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Tuesday, January 31, 2012

With Different Eyes


                                                 Looking and seeing are two different things.

                                                 -Rachel Brink

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Dislexia and Tattoos.

I would like to start out this post by informing you that my momma pointed out that I have been spelling Dyslexia wrong in my post tittles. This seemed like just the sort of thing that would happen if a dyslexic person were to expense herself in the write word.  Now the thing about have a  learning disorder, is that people think it makes stupid. And that can be hard. But the truth is it makes you smart is less common ways. Helen Keller directed films. I guess Rachel Brink can write blogs.


Blog Post Number 3: Dislexia  and Tattoos.
I got my Second and Last Tattoos (until I'm 90, then I can do what ever I want). Is is Whidbey Island,  the place I grew up. Or I should say the place I was a child. I have always felt I would that girl, I took her out of the forest and put her in LA. I grew up when I realized how much the world need to change. I can't hide in my forest for ever. The word "Special" is being taken back, because Special People are steeping out into the sun.  But for now until I go home. I will have home with me, where ever I go.

The Pacific North West have been heavenly influenced by the tribe people who lived off the earth. There art is everywhere. But it dose not feel like art in a gallery. It feels like the earth is speaking to you, like she has woken up to remind you of something.

For me a tattoo is a part of heart that brook free and floated the the surface's.  But it is of course a symbol. A symbol that is both pain full and expensive.

My first tattoo is a tribe inspired sea turtle, very small.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Dislexia and Color.

When I was younger I used to play a game. I would stare at something beautiful, like a sunset or a tree until I could see its face. It would become a live. I was ask the beautiful image for something.  Later in life I realized it was how I prayed. Sometime I would not ask for anything I would play with the colors on it in my mind. I would make the leaves blue and the sunsets purple and green. It helps me understand how colors can intertwine and blended together.

The problem was I look at everything this way. I did not (as still don't always) understand the differenced between art at science. Words can be used to tell beautiful stories, but in order to do so they must be rigidly allined in the proper order or their meaning ceases to exist. Writing is both an art and an equation. Learn the  equation that is the english language is something I am still working on.

A love affair.