I’ve found it in the archives and annuls of my mind.

When I lay my head unto this pillow, I fear not the possibility of death but rather long for it. I can count her freckles, but get lost in her ever changing eyes. The way her jet black hair so smoothly wraps itself around me as if night were forever is the most comforting thing I have felt in the past three years…putting me to sleep like the prescription pills I never took. My drug, my love…will you be here forever? The girl of my dreams…everything I need smirks back at me and then, as quick as it came, the signal is lost and the satellite floats away on it’s path around my world.

I believe in the future. I believe in our future, girl halfway around my mind. Sleep has never felt so good nor have these drugs in which I have deprived myself of for far too long.

As you come closer, your image becomes more clear and your eyes so much more consistent in color. I didn’t know swimming through emerald was possible let alone so invigorating. The colors around me…..the colors around…..us. While we are underwater, let’s share this bubble and call it home. Together, we’ll float no matter how far apart we are, letting the current take control with the knowledge that one day you and I will meet. We are invincible…more so inevitable.

I’m in love with the girl inside my head, so in love.

-m. Detelj 09

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In my minds eye, the artistry I create is an experience like no other. They are a release, a coping skill, that enables me to contend with the world around me, and all of it's incompetence and failures. But foremost, they are a reminder of how beautiful life is, and how it should not be taken for granted. I admit that a taste of chaos lingers in the air and often the image is some what morose with a very straight forward title, not cutting any corners. However, that is because I believe the most beautiful emotions are the ones bottled up. My main influences come from the pivotal moments out of the few years I have been alive, including the admitting of myself into a mental institution, the death of my father and the actual realization of human weakness. I have a strong tendency to pick out flaws and upon the beginning of my release through painting, my flaws became apparent. I express my opinions of these flaws through my technique. The techniques and tools I use represent how I feel about myself, at times. In many paintings, dirt and oil may be apparent. These represent the amount of filth I feel towards my mistakes. I use a chisel instead of a paint brush because it is heavy and sharp, like the pain from the weight I feel on my shoulders. Most importantly are the feelings of desperation and anger, two huge parts of my life. Represented in any painting with torn edges, and uneven stretching with staples out of alignment, these “disasterpieces,” as I have come to call them, are very dear and very often I do not like them, but at the same time cherish them. They are a rarity and often contain emotion I think I may never feel again. I do not like to label my art because that is like saying that this is the only type of art I create. I am also a musician, poet and short story writer in my free time. I have found, though, that painting gives me a sense of accomplishment unlike the feeling of being on stage. Painting gives me a feeling of consistency like no other. And for that reason, I choose to strongly represent myself throughout my paintings, rather than music and words which mostly are representations of my thoughts and feelings in an abstract form. My art should be what you want it to be, no matter what the title says it is. I only title them so I can remember the thoughts I was thinking of when I created them. And, to me, this is the beauty of abstract art. Take the title away and you have something your mind now controls.

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