An Enterprise ofDust

Whatever that means..

2009-11-25T09:04:00.001-08:00

A ragged airplane rips through rusty old skies. Turbulence bursting across good ol' crimson. No doubt, this thing will crash, the pilot steers with an unwavering grin, from ear to ear. The other patron, patiently breaks the windows one by one.. how else would they enjoy this ride without a breeze to wash through them. This must be be love at first flight... the wings are slowly crumbling off, yet their hearts pump with exhilarating excitement, they're going to reach a place they've not seen before. An indescribable certainty that all great things must begin with a crash landing..

Untitled

2009-11-16T14:57:00.000-08:00

oblivious western eyes,
into this garden you're welcome,
forbidden from the touch of a snake,

wise listener whos ears i can bask in,
allow me my distant grace,

i've found peace in knowing nothing,
though my pursuits of knowledge be many,
time takes its toll upon the texture of my face,

where only mercy can show them my truth,
these eyes were never meant to judge,
for I own no high chair,
nor do i need one as do these men less than men,
who believe themselves worthy of condemning souls,

no i have no need of rest,
for my journey cannot end,
nor will it end with me,
a simple gesture of my holy communion with time,
till death do us part,

my yesterdays will be my tommorrows,
forevers shall be kept promised,

ive no age,
for my soul cannot understand numbers any better than you can believe in the importance of counting.

let not my words define me,
for my bones break inside me,
and my ashes fade divided,
there is no place i reside,
formless and boundless,
even in my own dreams a gypsy,

a nomad whos touch travels with him,
as memories do,

even in a non-existent reality,
there are undeniable truths.

i ask nothing of the gods,
just that you heal my loved,
and give me peace amongst chaos,

lord, i dont even ask that you fight my demons,
for i take pleasure in my scars,
i feel life rushing through these veins,
and for that i am grateful.

in times of war blunt my weapon,
a bronze hue of a new afterlife will wash over the eyes of my foes,
and in their grief i will know my victory,
pain will be their enlightenment,

in times of honesty endow my tongue a double edged,
and my own life shall be placed upon the brevity of my conviction,

in my death bed,
a warm lap to reminisce on the life ive learned to live,
delicate fingers to run through my rusted hair,
a soft voice to sooth this animal,
a love to serve as my cushioned guillotine.

An exercise in sub-surfacing

2009-11-14T07:32:00.000-08:00

Gamble with Comfort

2009-11-11T16:34:00.000-08:00

Slowly exercises mature. Will move into animation anytime now.

How about some..

2009-11-10T21:17:00.001-08:00

Shiny Balls

2009-11-08T09:38:00.001-08:00

Test Render, with balls for you pervs.

Should I burn them, or publish them?

2009-11-04T20:27:00.000-08:00

Sitting atop hot pavement, amongst the concrete of wherever, not aware that this may be a dream, yet more real than reality itself.. bliss has lost him between the chapters of a cover-less novel, a tool for amnesia. He sees himself in worse, yet more favorable times. The kings are the little ones, children of the streets who throw rocks at church windows. Popes lounge and sit on book shelves, the faith has been lost because they've stopped reading. Butterflies in the stomach would have turned to ashes, and the smell of smog in his breath will have made him nauseous. They all lied when they told him staring directly into the sun would have made him blind. The particles in the air are distracting because they dance so scandalously..

Sound Visualization Test

2009-10-31T11:37:00.000-07:00

Worked on this back in Spring.

Music By RoboticJuice.

Crystal Planet

2009-10-27T19:45:00.000-07:00

Miscellaneous. Exercise 1.

Coming Soon

2009-10-26T18:21:00.000-07:00

An Enterprise ofDust from Julian Rodriguez on Vimeo.

Think fly

2009-10-25T20:32:00.000-07:00

I read a fly's thoughts and went stupid.

Another fly then sat on my forehead and read my mind,

it began to think, "well stupid wouldn't technically be correct..

*WHACK!* ..

while on the street a passerby says,

"he just slapped himself on the face he must be stupid"

a fly sits on his shoulder and says,

"yea youre telling me!".