To try and fit myself in never works. No need to act, no need to react. Step aside. Outside.  Not connecting to a reality that exists on the surface of every life. Seeing through a boundary that can't be charted. A boundary defined by every possible view. Pulling back my outstretched arm, through the place that leaves no trace. Looking beyond the invisible boundary, seeing hatred wear a smile, fairness measured by deceit, most is unrealized. Cross my arms on my chest to feel less cold. The wall comes into view. Where does it go when I see through it.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Does indoor plumbing, electricity and the internet connect us to the world, but disconnect us from reality? Is it through modern convenience that we are able to see clear, without being touched by the elements of weather, delirious from hunger. Drawn in a direction forced to make choices between life and death. Do we search for the same depth as our ancestors, or is ours superficial. Is there a need to put ourselves at odds with the modern world that is created by their searching. If we make nourishment in a lab, can we harness the energy from the sun and the energy from the moon to use if for our own purpose. Try and tame the weather, reassign the seasons. How far can things be bent out of shape.   Defined by a shape not by a purpose.  Finding what was never lost, in other words led astray.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

This is how the story ends.


It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

a gift for you

oh how will I send it, you never react all the ways I wish you would

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

It's not that I can't see the difference, it's that I seldom see it

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

It's impossible to earn trust, it's supposed to be spontaneous



It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Yesterday the sun rose, read the headline: These are the good old days, the best is yet to come.

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

I think

If I can get beyond the disbelief I'll be okay

 It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

I believe this to be the concern

hand sculpted clay as an art form
injection molded plastic mass produced action figures
If the goal is just for fun you decide
If purpose is to demonstrate you decide
If the deed is to bind you decide
If the here is the now will tomorrow always hold a possibility for greatness

 It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96

Water: A force to be reckoned with

exposed roots

rock fracture

water bottle

It's not what you think it's what you believe.  Patricia '96