swirling
landing gears down but there are multiple runways all clear.
where is my heart?
still walking the desert looking for the path, listening for rattlesnakes?
slowing down, speeding up, slowing down, speeding up, slowing down, speeding up.
artist. explorer. encourager. cook. curious fellow time traveler. religious faith filled unbeliever.
Contact. Comment. Question?
digital- footballzine@gmail.com
analog- 816.651.SHOE
streaming- @johnraux
My soul loves a good surprise. My life is a journey of my love. After college I abandoned illustration to wash dishes at a 5 star restaurant. (I was a poor salesman with a very refined palate) I made zines and hosted events to cure midwestern boredom. I fell in love. It didn't work out. I screamed in a metal band. Hiked across America. I shared paintings and photography to poetically share my transformations and journeys. I biked across the Himalayas and my heart broke for the worlds lack of vision and creativity in the margins. I now live in the middle of America where the concrete weeds are overgrown and still spreading. In the cracks there is new life and unexpected community. The greatest surprise so far was to find sustainability near desolation and creativity in emptiness. I can’t wait for a better world to crash into this one so I’m attempting to make the most of what is most proximate.
Contact. Comment. Question?
digital- footballzine@gmail.com
analog- 816.651.SHOE
streaming- @johnraux
My soul loves a good surprise. My life is a journey of my love. After college I abandoned illustration to wash dishes at a 5 star restaurant. (I was a poor salesman with a very refined palate) I made zines and hosted events to cure midwestern boredom. I fell in love. It didn't work out. I screamed in a metal band. Hiked across America. I shared paintings and photography to poetically share my transformations and journeys. I biked across the Himalayas and my heart broke for the worlds lack of vision and creativity in the margins. I now live in the middle of America where the concrete weeds are overgrown and still spreading. In the cracks there is new life and unexpected community. The greatest surprise so far was to find sustainability near desolation and creativity in emptiness. I can’t wait for a better world to crash into this one so I’m attempting to make the most of what is most proximate.
