The Art Complex

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Heroes exist to inspire and give us something to aspire to. They’re Role models.

If that hero fails you, don’t let it shatter what you aspire to be. Don’t let actions within a certain instance of time, skew your ideals and principals. They are important to you because you believe in them. Aspire to be someone greater than the hero that failed you. Become someone else’s hero and don’t let anger drive you.

One day your hero will look at you with regret and remorse.

That will be the day that tests what you’ve become.

Time to time, I find solace in listening to Classical music. I’m a huge fan of the works of Chopin, Beethoven, Bach, Debussy, to name a few. After seeing Cloud Atlas last weekend, I finally was able to get a hold of “The Cloud Atlas Sextet”.

It’s a simple piece when you stack it side-by-side with the works of more notable composers. However, I can’t express how its simplicity makes this soundtrack sound elegant. It’s this genre that makes me want to learn to read Music a lot better.

Trolling mom

Two brothers. Different mindsets.

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The other side of the padded room.

I can safely say I have three best friends. Ridiculous right? Absolutely.

But these 3 represent different aspects of my life. Not too different. One in particular I seldom see due to her still being in school and our schedules are far from being in the same daily activities. However, we still update each other on current events.

Tonight was a night where I was reminded why I appreciate her friendship very much. In times of need, she has a way of making me look beyond my mischievous/crazy disposition, and remind me there’s a sane person under there, supervising these crazy personalities.

The point I’m getting at here is not so much what I was going through, but how, out of the blue, I was cheered up. We all have at least ONE friend that understand us. I’m privileged to know THREE. Regardless the number, cherish these friendships and don’t let it phase out; don’t take it for granted. I’m a person that chooses to not be as open as some in my social circle (not even my parents). And for my own reasons, I choose to keep myself busy and (often times) alone. However, I remind myself constantly of the relationships I have with these friends. I don’t often open up to them, but I make it very clear to them what they mean to me.

I will one day share a similar post with my friends; the ones I interact with everyday. But it’s not the right time. For now I bury this here, for you strangers (I say that with great pleasantry) of Tumblr, to stumble upon and hopefully tell your best friend you love them.

End of this sappy shit!

NOW. Bye.

Today marks the death of renowned comic book artist, Joe Kubert.

I can spend this time writing about his life, but there’s nothing I can say that would properly tell the story of his achievements. Unlike most artists, he wasn’t one to succumb to retirement. No. He went out doing what he loved doing. Drawing.

At 85, Joe not only founded the popular, “Kubert School”, he developed many notable designs for DC Comics and he was also in the process of working on the “Before The Watchmen” series.

He went out doing what he loved. I can only hope my story ends that way too.

Rest In Peace Joe.

"Each relationship nurtures a strength or weakness within you."

Mike Murdock

If I’m not careful, I might turn into this kind of Art Director Father in a dark future.

This is just awesome.

Everyone needs a hug once in a while.