dita diary

my lips

(Source: nativecitizenspro)

if i could travel
back in time

and go
to 1 concert

it would be:

portishead
live at roseland
nyc 1997

i would also
like to interview
beth gibbons

fully knowing
that she doesn’t
give interviews

child’s play.

hellz daze: peace & love

pondering again…

thug life.

power, corruption, lies….

the weight anddarkness of flowers. — power, corruption, lies….

the weight and
darkness of flowers.

we’re always at a loss forwords when trying to recalla sunset or that feelingbefore a big stormand after…when theclouds liftand the lightbecomes moremagnificent thanon a clear day.even though wethink we have control,we spend every moment of ourwaking lives trying to express,understand and articulate whatwe’re feeling or experiencingon this foreign planetandin our ownmindsto confront that chaoswe use whatever we canget our hands on tomake sense of itand people still ask“why does art matter”?ps:“I couldn’tpossibly tell you.It’s here.Can’t you feel it?everything isin color and I canfeel the air” — we’re always at a loss for
words when trying to recall
a sunset or that feeling
before a big storm

and after…

when the
clouds lift

and the light
becomes more
magnificent than
on a clear day.

even though we
think we have control,
we spend every moment of our
waking lives trying to express,
understand and articulate what
we’re feeling or experiencing
on this foreign planet

and
in our own
minds

to confront that chaos
we use whatever we can
get our hands on to
make sense of it

and people still ask
“why does art matter”?

ps:

“I couldn’t
possibly tell you.

It’s here.
Can’t you feel it?

everything is
in color and I can
feel the air”

happy endings….
lately,i’ve had theurge to stick avintage floweron everythingi make.especiallyon somethingthat is very pureand minimalto makeit explode andbloom like a flower…like the virginde guadalupe!it makes methink of my youthand going to the stickerstore on pine streetI remember having anincredible collectionof flower stickers.i refused to use them.i would just browse throughthem daily and fight the constanturge in my body to rip off theback and stick it!i was quitea restrained child.i still am.once and a whileI have to tell myself to let goof something preciousorput it to usesomethingthat I guard and suffocatewith the routine glance of the eye;the brush of a fingerthere’s nothingworse than curatingobjects like they’rein a museum.I’m guiltyas charged

matthew cusick — happy endings….

lately,
i’ve had the
urge to stick a
vintage flower
on everything
i make.

especially
on something
that is very pure
and minimal

to make
it explode and
bloom like a flower
…like the virgin
de guadalupe!

it makes me
think of my youth
and going to the sticker
store on pine street

I remember having an
incredible collection
of flower stickers.

i refused to use them.
i would just browse through
them daily and fight the constant
urge in my body to rip off the
back and stick it!

i was quite
a restrained child.

i still am.

once and a while
I have to tell myself to let go
of something precious

or
put it to use

something
that I guard and suffocate
with the routine glance of the eye;
the brush of a finger

there’s nothing
worse than curating
objects like they’re
in a museum.

I’m guilty
as charged

matthew cusick

TWINSIES

Gemini