In 2014 I travelled to the southern United States with inner-city youth from Detroit. Before that trip, I knew that racism and inequality of all kinds existed– but that experience opened my eyes to a whole new level that I had not been exposed to before.
During that trip, the concept for my graphic novel Shattered Mirror was born– a story of nonviolent living and fighting back against social inequality.
With my recent internship completed, I came to a realization that commercial art, while lucrative, is not what I need to do with my life. I want to feel my art… to raise my voice toward a higher cause and use what little influence I have to make the world around me a kinder place.
Join me as I launch Shattered Mirror!
To new beginnings!
Akakios gagged at the stench of rotting flesh and feces that permeated his very being. He crawled desperately in an attempt to reach the food package at the other side of the cage…
…too late. His insides rumbled like a quake of the Earth. How many days, he wondered, had it been since he had fed? Since he had eaten? He flopped his wings heavily just once in an attempt to shake off the grime from the following week. Tomorrow would be bath day… he was almost sure of it. At least that was something to look forward to.
If any of you have followed me from the beginning, you know that Talking to Myselves goes through a lot of redesigns seeing as I’m a very indecisive person…
So wouldn’t you guess it– it’s happening again! I’ve been working on several stories over the past few years with the primary one being a graphic novel. I’ve always planned on centering my sites and this blog around them but things weren’t quite ready yet. Now that all of the concepts are together I will be making the pilot to my graphic novel “Shattered Mirror” and will be posting progress on my page.
Because everything is moving forward, I feel it’s the right time to start a solid identity for myself as an artist so I’ve made a new name, logo, site layout you name it. Here’s what you can expect from my blog from now on:
• Daily morning writing prompts to start the day off inspired and whatever other ramblings about life I happen to post
• Progress of Shattered Mirror (Pilot coming soon)
• Connections to my new online gallery “The Resistance Syndicate”– I will be having calls for submissions and will be featuring other artists and writers work.
Here’s to a new start as my own company or brand of sorts– Ghost writer! I appreciate all of the support along my journey and I hope to get many submissions of your work so I can help support you along your journey as well!
For more information on the gallery and other sections I will be publishing a better about page in the immediate future 🙂
Thank you always,
~Delivery- a setting free from something that restricts or burdens~
♥ . ♥ . ♥ . ♥
Raphael stooped and stared out of the tiny window of his living quarters– the only space that allowed any light to shine through. He wondered how it was that it had all come to this. He knew his father was proud of him… that running the family business was a thing he should be proud of. He had always liked the idea… had always been proud that it came so easily to him… wasn’t he?
But now, there was him. He had entered his life and delivered him from evil like Jesus Christ himself he thought cynically with his distaste for such beliefs. Now there was warmth… now– no pain. He wondered if he had ever allowed himself to truly feel before He jumpstarted his long dormant heart.
Everything was different now. How could he continue this business… this venture of treating human beings like animals? He hadn’t thought much of it before… hadn’t even seen it in that light in fact. But now, all at once– he wasn’t sure he was right.
The Daily Post
I look in the mirror at a distant reflection
and from the glass, Nothing looks back at me
“Remember the days you used to be free?
Remember the days before you knew me?”
A fist curls, replacing where my hand used to be.
Lifting up, I thrust it at Nothing
Glass flies, threatening and glaring until Nothing is no more
With the illusion shattered, I can finally be me.
The Daily Post response: Glaring
Inspired by the phrase “… and then it was gone”… write! Post below with a link if you wish to share, I’d love to hear your voice.
I don’t mind what kind of writing, how long or anything like that. No guidelines, no nothing– just inspiration and words. I love these too much to not do them daily so that’s what I’ll be doing. I hope they are as therapeutic to you as they are for me.
Enjoy and happy writing!
Here’s a piece of my own:
I came to you… skeptical and hidden.
A bird with reservations and expectations in mind–
Wings spread and threatening to fly.
Fear dictated my every move shapeshifting strings and wood out of me–
All that was left, only puppetry–
as my eyes tore away from the that which lay ahead–
Tangled and dangling head thrust side to side trying to see ahead then behind
Mind stuck in reverse eyes to the sky–
Everything visible but present time.
Forward and backwards, backwards and forward I limped my way awkwardly toward the light
Until I reached the end
I stood at the edge of my journey– untangled, looking back at that which I could now see–
And then it was gone…
If I came with a warning label, it would read “poison”
Keep locked away, no contact with persons
No contact with self else lie in the wake
Of the girl before… before I did take–
Away all the semblance of what once could be
Devoured my passions, destroyed my own dreams
My own worst enemy I’ve proven to be
Don’t stick around or you’ll become me
… completely emo I know… but man has it been one of those times lately…
Do you have a passion for Social Change? Want to make a difference but don’t know how?
Submit your writing, art, videos or any other media to THE RESISTANCE SYNDICATE
The Resistance Syndicate is an online gallery I started to make art that speaks and says something about Social Changes that need to be made to bring us closer to equality and nonviolence.
I can’t do this alone. Please share your work with me and together we can have our voices be heard.
So, I’ve always wanted to make a difference concerning Social Change and I haven’t completely acted on it until now. A few years ago I traced the path of Martin Luther King Jr. and was educated in the ways of Nonviolence at the King Center using the same curriculum that was passed down to the Freedom Fighters of SNCC. That trip opened my eyes not only to the terrible violence of America’s Civil Rights Movement, but to a world of violence that is still happening all around us...
To make what waves I can, I’ve launched an online gallery called “The Resistance Syndicate”. It’s a gallery for all forms of art- illustration, writing, dance video you name it. If it makes a statement about making the world a better place I want to see it, and I want to share it with others to make our collective voices heard.
VISIT https://jamcow13.wixsite.com/resistancesyndicate to submit your work! If it’s something you’re interested in I can’t do this on my own, I’m gonna need a lot of help from fellow artists.
I PROMISE IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE ANYTHING FANCY SO DON’T NOT SUBMIT THINKING YOUR WORK ISN’T GOOD ENOUGH.
I don’t care if you’re 5 or 95– I want to share your voice. Let me share what you have and someday this gallery could help gain a lot of exposure and attention toward some much needed changes!
Thank you for reading,
My latest animation for the Bluewater Annual Party completed during my internship using Adobe After Effects, Illustrator and Photoshop