Life is longer and older than we give it credit for. Yet we are so quick to forget how much it’s changed, as if the way we see around us, has always been around us, and time moves slowly through it like nothing changes.

We constantly see and live through hardships, we see and live through the deepest of love. We can all see far and forget whats right in front of us, and yet engrossed on whats right in front of us, and forget to take the birds eye far view of it.

We humanize everything, and put it to terms in which we can easily understand, or imagine us living through. We are all at heart good people, yet at the same time the most violently fucked up. Shame is aware of the difference and we all know it.

Art through time is a reflection of our surroundings, or deepest inner thoughts. It’s all representing something or a deep inner feeling. We give so much credit and find it all encompassing for the surprising sparks it all gives us in the most unaware or unknowing ways.

Value can only be held by the beholder, yet in modern times it’s lost in anxiety of acceptance by others. Fuck that. Be you, and value what you see, because at the end of the day, the end of our ropes, it’s all and only all up to us as we are the only ones who see what we see.

“If we fail to think outside the box, then we will forever live inside one… and its one of which you did not create.”

-OTIS