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So this morning (for ya'll, not me, I just woke up) I was out on break enjoying the rain when I overheard one of my coworkers being rather upset over same-sex marriage. He ranted to another coworker who sat there quietly and awkwardly as he stumbled through fallacies to try to support his incredibly poor argument. It is normally at this time that I get really upset and start to argue with people but then I remembered. Now and hopefully forever forward, people like that will be considered bigots and no longer represents the majority of America. He'll be like those racist grandparents that everyone laughs at after he's left saying things like "What an idiot!" "I dunno I think it's kind of cute in some weird way." "It was a different time when he was alive." I couldn't help but develope one hell of a grin as he walked by. Upon seeing me he appeared unsettled as the ignorant and stupid do when they notice someone with a knowing look on their face. It's a funny ole world huh?  I'll remember that look till the day I die.
  • Mood: Happy
  • Listening to: Georgia On My Mind - Ray Charles
  • Drinking: Water

     For those that don't know, I'm a resident of Knoxville TN. When I was a teenager, I would walk the late night streets for hours at a time in the cool night air. I'm never been much for heat. I prefer the city at night, especially during the hours of which nearly no one is out and about. The city seemed abandoned as I walked through it's arteries apparently alone.
    Some of my favorite memories were spent driving down a road called Lionsbend. As a teen, I only went down this road a couple hand full of times as it wasn't near my home and I didn't have a car until I was eight-teen. But as I did then and now, I couldn't help but feel like tumbling down Alice's rabbit hole. The road winds through a wooded vein, loosing structure and light the further you pass through it. Each turn of the path disorientates you to your whereabouts and in those younger years, I felt as though the road would never end. I would travel eternally, lost in a forest of unknown that was somehow more comforting than any home I had ever known.
    Tonight I drove around the old haunts of my hometown searching for resource images and that intangible something that I, as an “artist”, crave as the basis for my pieces.  (Achieved reference image at the bottom) I passed by all my old homes losing myself in a past I felt far removed from. During all this, I realized a trait I had inherited from my one or both of my parents. I am consistently allured into the drift of settings. Perhaps it's because I moved so much in my life, rarely staying in one domicile for fairly long. Maybe it's genetics, handed down from a legacy of nomads and wanderers. Or, it could just be me. Cliched as it may be, those woods call to me. I crave that cool air of movement against my face. Drifting on that wind like all the leaves, and all the birds, with all the wings I've portrayed in art and projected on others. My greatest heroes? Benevolent wanderers abandoning their roots for the unknown and the sites unseen.
Those I idolized have become pieces of my now.
    Tonight I've stared into self reflections allowing waves of emotions to spill over me: pain, delight, regret, wonder. Now, I prepare for a new gust, a new adventure. In a month I leave for Europe for a short time. After I apply for art school and shortly after, depart, leaving all this behind for my great perhaps. The regrets I have is for those I have left behind, hurt by my absence. I cannot keep contact with everyone I would like to for various reasons. It may be selfish of me to loose myself further to my forest and for this I apologize. It has unknowingly become a part of me over all these years and to be frank, I cannot resist that allure. It all matters however. All those people and places I move past are memories that last as long as my essence persists. We all matter as long as we perceive and remember. This night's ramblings are over now, self expression achieved.  
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    A photo from tonight's adventures.  Cheers.

  • Mood: Content
  • Listening to: Metric- Gimme Sympathy (Acoustic)
  • Drinking: Water
So this morning (for ya'll, not me, I just woke up) I was out on break enjoying the rain when I overheard one of my coworkers being rather upset over same-sex marriage. He ranted to another coworker who sat there quietly and awkwardly as he stumbled through fallacies to try to support his incredibly poor argument. It is normally at this time that I get really upset and start to argue with people but then I remembered. Now and hopefully forever forward, people like that will be considered bigots and no longer represents the majority of America. He'll be like those racist grandparents that everyone laughs at after he's left saying things like "What an idiot!" "I dunno I think it's kind of cute in some weird way." "It was a different time when he was alive." I couldn't help but develope one hell of a grin as he walked by. Upon seeing me he appeared unsettled as the ignorant and stupid do when they notice someone with a knowing look on their face. It's a funny ole world huh?  I'll remember that look till the day I die.
  • Mood: Happy
  • Listening to: Georgia On My Mind - Ray Charles
  • Drinking: Water

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Tavish White.
Artist | Student | Traditional Art
United States
Tavish White is a massive man full of lank. He spends most of his time working on everything and some of his time being absolutely preposterous. Tavish work's include but are not limited to: scratching (graphite, ink, wax, shell matter, and other various debris) into wood pulp, manipulating virtual interfaces to ponder fictional scenarios, contemplating the nature of infinity within finite space and morality, absorbing information from territorial knowledge units, and depositing supplements and wares into ductile receptacles under the watch of robot overlords.
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Lisa-Annabell Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2015   Traditional Artist
Thanks a lot! :meow:
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SilentReaper Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Amazing gallery! Keep up the great work! :love:
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NohAddress Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
Oh gosh thanks so much!  Blush 
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shimoda7 Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2015   Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fav. Great gallery btw, I like your style.
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NohAddress Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
No problem and thank you so much!  It's about to get an overhaul when I go abroad but I do enjoy some good ole hyper surrealism ^~^
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Daniel-Loya-III Featured By Owner Dec 1, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
THANK YOU!!
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Travis-Clarke Featured By Owner Nov 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the+fav! You're awesome :D (Big Grin) (sorry for the belated thankyou)

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hairyproblems Featured By Owner Aug 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Just passin' by, and sayin' hello I am a dummy! 
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NohAddress Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Hello!
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