Visual arts, design, photography, and sob stories of Kendall G. Blakeney

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    Friday
    Sep282012

    Let it Ring Ensembles 

    Let's start this one off with some comedy:

    You're welcome. Now hit play (below and read along)




    (Just hit play, you're being un-reasonable again. You told me to remind you when you're doing it....well, you're doing it)

    So I started this post about 2 weeks ago and completely forgot about it. I'm not sure why I'm coming back to it but I'm here so lets move forward. My bran is racked and I hate to say it but I haven't been as creatively active as I would like to. We'll just say I've been . . .busy.

    I've been hitting on this subject a lot lately; Nostalgia. Sometimes I feel it coming and I'll zone out just to keep the feeling going. Once I snap out of it I start to question myself. As if I'm a bad person for wanting to get high off my own drug. It's what It feels like and upon further investigation of what it is that makes the nostalgia so gripping I've come to the conclusion that it's not anybody or anything in particular that I miss, it's just being comfortable with myself. Comfortable with what is to come and my lifestyle. Not worrying; no reason to. Some have said I grew up and left too fast which is partly true but I feel like there is a window of time I don't remember. It's very cloudy and I can't make much of anything. 

    I miss my friends, the family I had, the time spent not doing a damn thing, countless hours playing halo, time spent not doing a damn thing with friends etc. The most I ever had to worry about was where everyone was going to be on the weekend or what I was going to spend my allowance on. Everything seemed much happier and bright. I can't help but feel 'awake' to the world. I see what people are really made of and how the world really works. Deep down. I feel something hurting. I'm not an oblivious person . . and I can't figure out what it is.

    . . . And we move on. (Thanks for listening)

    I have started picking up a lot of steam on my short story. I'm not going to say the title of it or what it's about but I can tell you that it will be a niche read. Nothing you'll lose sleep over but I'm hoping you might be able to share my acquired knowledge in your own situations. 

    I've also started working on a Frank Ocean piece as well as a walking dead project. Both of which are drawings turned digital/print but they aren't quite done yet so stay tuned.

     

    In the meantime, check out some photos:


    This guy moved from California to be with her high school sweetheart (my mom) in MISSOURI.......ehhhhhhh
    Wedding ish.
    Major. Before he was major. (See what I did there?)
    It's a party and you're not invited
    Cover I slapped for my homie Dom Chronicles for his new single "Midwestside" from his new album "AFTERLIFE" It's good stuff.


    Here are some of the visuals we shot as a teaser for his music video. Doesn't make sense but the glory of it is....It doesn't have to.

    My first Halo: Reach cap
    My first Halo: Reach assassination. Oh the joy.
    My final H3 cap. Those were the days.

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