how to

how to

how do I get up there?

I don’t know how to get up there…

but —I will get up there

even if I have to climb the stairs. 

In My Deliverance of Strife

Scorched by the flame of a torch.

I don’t understand, tho I am forced.

When listening I try to comprehend,

but manner and decency reflect me

directly. Will I provide? Still thinking— 

Stop thinking, 

I have no proof or no meaning

when listening; I stay quiet. My co-pilot

paralyzes my lashes to be polite.

Concise, I am pure with my 

deliverance of strife.

Everytime

Every time I do something. I forget what I was doing.
Every time I find something. I try my hardest to leave it alone.
Every time I decide to think more. I stop thinking.
Every time I want to be alone, I end up sleeping.
Every time I want to cry it makes me laugh.
Every time I think about how to get out, I am in.
When I’m in, I know how to live.
It is all so hazy, it is also clear.

the Associative Process

The associative process The associative process is not an art process, but rather a viewer’s process. In which the viewer of an object associates said object with something they’ve experienced. My work is the arrangement of automatized entities into form. The form is meant to be nondescript, and minimal to a point that the viewer must associate its context to something they may have encountered before. In doing so, the form or object becomes their interpretation, and reflects (in part) themselves. Because I am the creator of said object, the object exists in part of me as well. This creates either a connection or detraction. Where the viewer relates to and enjoys said object or the viewer may relate, but in turn associates the object with something they do not like and dismisses the object. If I, as the creator, make something of myself that is unrelated to the viewers’ association, then it is either likely that the viewer will not pay the object much attention, or be intrigued because it has something new to offer.

people

you can't hate the people you love who love the people you hate

May you live forever, Matt Brady

Matt Brady

May you live again. Happy as before. May you be honest open and great. May you hide from nothing, may you choose your fate. May you be stable, sustainable, and safe. May you not forget us, as we will not you. May you find closure in your passing through. May your family be safe. May they find happiness again one day. May you realize your virtue. May you continue to enlighten, cheer, and deliver joy in your afterlife. May you always be remembered as you were so highly portrayed. May you be free of sufferance. May you find your love in the loss you shared. May you know you’re loved, by all those you know. You are my god a god of many gods inside many more. You will live again, You will be a friend. I love you Matt Brady, I cannot believe you are gone. To your memories I will hold on, the pain will only last until the laughter begins. You are one of the finest people I will ever meet. I hope you understand how beautiful you really are. May you be safe, happy, and great. May you find success where ever you are. May you rest easy upon your break. You will be again one day. You couldn’t have been more kind and wise. You were way ahead of your time. I wish we could have grown old together, living close by, sharing many memories like the ones from before. I will never forget you, you are my god. I love you like a brother and miss you the same. May you heal soundly as your soul carries on. May you live life loudly when you get up one day. Your life is not over, you will never die. Matt Brady will live forever, alive and always well.

write now

How to conquer forgetfulness
pay attention
write things down
remember to
pay attention
write now.