There Isn't enoght Time in the World.

Sometimes everything sucks…..Scratch that….its more than sometimes. You get an ok momentum, you are in the process of getting your life sorted out, and then someone has to go rain on your fucking tinker time parade. No Fireworks. No Confetti. Just blah blah blah, this could be better, you’re messing this up, and you need to do this, that and the other.

It's like the pitfalls in others lives seem to circle around your drain and are slowly but surely pushing you in; and of all times to do so when things could be potential looking up for you. TIME almost seems irrelevant. Things take TIME. They have always taken TIME. If things that needed to get done, POOF got done the next day then my god would this world be a different place. Babies would be born in a day, not 9 months, wars would last a day not 7 years, we would already have gone to mars, Jupiter, Saturn, and wherever else we have thought to go, yesterday and well damn, that pair of shoes you ordered last night, would already be sitting in your room. But no, things take TIME. But if you are in the position where your life interferes with the life of someone else's, there is no such thing as TIME. It needs to be the wham bam thank you ma’am, moving on to the next. You just can’t go fast enough. And they will nag, and complain, and you will scream and cry, but for what. Unless that phone rings and on the other end is somebody offering you a million dollars, your life is going to be pretty much the same as it was when you woke up that morning, plus the added stress of somebody else’s bullshit.

SO WHAT DO YOU DO…….

Well first, you are going to do that whole fuck you thing, I don’t need this bullshit. And then you will look for immediate solutions and eventually a few hours later stress yourself out because, low and behold, THESE THINGS TAKE TIME!!!!! Unfortunately, at birth, I am pretty sure somebody forgot to add a little bit of patience to the people of the world, and when they got to you, they remembered, and gave you a whole truckload extra to compensate for what others lack. And as you grew up, your level of patience was a lot higher than others. It took a lot longer for you to loose your cool…weeks….months……years even... and then you eventually explode like Mount Vesuvius taking only yourself with it, and maybe a few others. So let’s face it, when others stress you out for not going fast enough, it seems that the recipient of your rage is only going to be YOU!

So after stressing yourself our for a good 2 hours you stop, the tears have stopped, the frustration has stopped, and you find yourself back where you were before...content with your life, and achievements and looking forward to the day when your life is going to change. You say to yourself that this new year is going to be a good year. You life is going to change. Thank whatever higher power you believe in for new year’s resolutions. Your resolve is to make your life better this year, do better, be better, and hopefully this year achieve that one thing that is going to allow you to give that massive middle fingers to everyone who lost their patience before you. FUCK YOU, and YOU, and ESPECIALLY YOU!!!!!!!! I WIN. I WAITED. Slow and steady wins the race..

Moral of this story…..FUCK EVERYONE ELSE!!!! Your life is yours and no one else’s. If it happens to intertwine with the pitfalls of others that is how the higher power has decreed it to be. Don’t over-exert yourself. Stop crying, stop screaming, because no matter what others say, and no matter what they try to inflict upon your life,

THESE THINGS TAKE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!

Avey

EPIC I TELL YOU!!!!!
IT'S GOING TO BE EPIC!!!!


UNIFIED AND MOBILIZED!!!


Avey

And so.....it begins....

My weekend was AMAZING!!!! for so many reasons.

You never forget why you love something, and for me.....COACHELLA was a day to day reminder of why I love music so much. It is an art form. And as one artist to so many others, I can appreciate the time it takes to produce and perform for large crowds of people, and I salute them, and I salute you.

This weekend was also the beginning of Mobilized and Unified, my Everest. I didn't meet as many people as I could have, but those I did meet were as ecstatic for the project as I was to tell them about it. I transform into this high energy person who could talk for years and meet people for days, but the music can always be so distracting. So to those I met in the parking lot at Ralph's and in the hotel room in Palm Springs (you know who you are) Thank You all so much, you have no idea how much your belief in my cause means to me.

So after a weekend of madness and music, I am really ready to kick this project into high gear. My main purpose and drive is to of course meet people and tell them about my plans and why I am so excited for their name donation and dollar contribution. I also have the added bonus of an extra push to finish this project. For the people who always told me to aim high and follow through. This project is most importantly for my Mom and Dad. For one who cannot be here to share in my success's and failures and for another who is.

So my aim is to move a group that has been united under one singular cause. I make a call to move and unite you San Diego under this cause of Art. Art that can be used to change lives, and art that is made as a dedication to others.

Avey

Mobilized and Unified!!!

And so it begins..

A project of epic proportions..

To execute this project, I need upwards of 80,000 people who are willing to donate to me(most importantly) their First and Last name, and (second most important) $1. The dollars I collect will be deposited into a bank account and upon project completion will be used to settle my student debt. The names will be combined with my artistic skills to create a sculptural installation; it will be both art and a thank you to everyone who donated to my cause.

For me as an artist, the most important part of this project is the Name donation. The dollars are amazing as such a small amount adds up, but the Unification and Mobilization of a group of people to make a difference is the most important aspect for me. The time it will then take for me to engrave each and every one of the names into the artwork will pay tribute to just how much I appreciate what you have done for me.

And so, Let it begin......


Avey

A realization...of sorts.

Do you know what I just realized.....I don't think I am ready for this.

It came to me like one of those cartoon ideas.....maybe a little less light bulb and a little more anvil to the head....but the awakening non the less.....It's not where I am living that I'm not ready for....but the scheduled work time, and the daily routines that I just can't get used to.....the wake-up everyday life of the man and woman in a suit, the coffee, the commute.

Its not like I am exactly doing that now, but that is the path which I am currently on....and it needs to stop. I need to draw my line in the sand and not cross over......

I need the bright lights, and the fast trains....the mohawks and couture....but that is only the metaphor, I don't want to "physically" live in it, I just want to "live it", no matter where I am.

For it to be my 9-5, the reason why a wake-up and go to sleep at night. Not the desk job with medical and dental, but the lights that shine in my eyes, the shyness when asked about my work, the speeches about why I do what I do, and the inspiration that brought me to that conclusion. The colours, the textures, the work, the walls, the frames, the prints, the spaces, the floor, the laughter, the music, the ambient buzz, the conversation, the reason for it all......

I love art. I love the way it makes me feel, they way my heart speeds up with completion, and soothes with accomplishment. The way I can look at one single spot for hours and it can change and mutate the way I see the world around me. The way a room smells when filled with sawdust from sanding a piece of wood, the smell of varnish in fine coats to seal a masterpiece, the physical nature of the components and their tools in a space that is all my own.

So I must own it. I must retake my place amongst the light and the laughter. I must do what I set out to do. I must remember that I will be among the greats who have found there soul mate in paths, to have a profession that makes me complete, that one thing that I enjoy waking to.

Little children dream.
They dream of one day being a firefighter, a teacher, a policeman, an astronaut, in the circus training lions, actors, dancers, musicians, and fashions designers. But as they grow, their dreams begin to melt. They melt into the social pressures and status quo, which land them in those 9-5 jobs, the "TPS Reports", the paperwork, the sleep deprivation. They have forgotten those dreams of their youth, they have settled.

But I will not settle.

I will not succumb to mediocrity.
I will be great
I will be me
I will do what I love
And I will succeed.

I will remember everyday the choice I have made to become the person I am, the reason I chose this path.
The path off the beaten way.

And I will try.
I will try and remind those who have lost their dreams to remember that dreams can be reality if you really want them to be.

A great man once said "Do What You Love!", may he rest in peace.
And he is right.
Do whatever it is you love and you will find that true happiness. Perhaps that nirvana of the east, that truly relaxed and zen like state.

So I will put my foot forward and chase my dream. However far it takes me I must follow. Even somewhere where the light is not so easy to find, and the wall space is not as prevalent. But in a place that I love with all my heart and am proud to call my home. No matter how far away I go, this will always be my hive, my point of return.

So I will go.

Into the distance.
Into the blue, I will fly.

I will remember why it is that I do what I do,
And I will never, NEVER ask why.

Avey

I think I have lost something....but I don't know what it is...

I have lost it......weeks and weeks of attempting sanity and I have somehow lost my focus. I cant think like i was......i think i need to find a muse.....all the greats had one...so maybe i need one too. But who or what should be my muse. Thoughts that i have for work that I want to create get easily flushed out by distractions.......maybe i just need to stay focused. But that is so difficult when there is so much around that easily snaps up my attentions.....I am like a five year old in a toy store.......or maybe I just need to meet some new people....start some new conversations.....go to some new places......maybe I can mold the distractions into my muses......this could be interesting.

Avey

First....I say Happy New Year.....i hope your first few days into the new decade were as spectacular as mine...and filled with food, friends....and other good things that start with F. :)

Second.....I apologize for my tardiness. My constant distractions included the food, friends....so you will just have to suck it up....I am back now.

Thirdly......i would like to regale you of my tale of Sherlock Holmes on Christmas Day....I did not know that there was a Cowboy convention in town........until I saw him.....

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But here's the kicker........I saw another one.....and then decided that it was not a cowboy convention...but a brokeback mountain convention which made the party that i was with cackle with Christmas joke delight.

ok ok....enough witht the fake shit...on with the real shit.

So......I have almost completed one of the pieces that i have been working on for the last couple months....if not for the distractions previoulsy mentioned...and an increase of working hours...it would have been done....maybe...but the New Year is good for New Things and what better way to start up a new decade than with some amazing art. So upon its completion, i will upload some images for your approval...

Til Then....TaTa.

Avey