Monday, February 24, 2014

Where has he gone?

Dear Friends,


Lately I have been feeling really down and negative about my life. I am struggling to keep sane and stay a float in the vast ocean that is adulthood. Im desperately seeking ways to better my thought process, positivity, and my reactions to how things affect me. 

I know the kind of person I've been lately is not the me I know. It is a hopeless and weak individual that just can't seem to push himself a little more to make it through the day. 

I am sad that since 2008 I've been painting, creating, and dreaming alone. Living in New Orleans, I missed out on so many opportunities on just growing and living in my early 20s. I lived on a Military base with my father and he was always working or out. I personally worked my first job at the Exchange but I had a very little social life. I didn't have a car so I couldn't leave and explore and get to know the places I visited a few times my whole 2 years there. I didn't have many opportunities to make friends or get my art out there in front of people. Social Media like Twitter and Facebook helped but its all I had, no art friends, not many friends but a few and even I was still depressed cause I wanted to do these things alone. Drive myself down town and get to know New Orleans more, the experiences that just seem like distant memories. No sparkle any more when I reflect about them.

No organic feeling of others to inspire me and connect with. The energy of fellow artists, like the kind I had in Art Class back in High School.

Being alone messes with your mind severely and not having a way out other than my two feet on a Military Base I couldn't even leave off of cause I wasn't a dependent anymore made it worse. I had at least one major mental break down that resulted in me destroying a handful of drawings I had done and also some not so good art, I particularly tore up because I knew I didn't want to hurt the good art Id done. I felt so alone and damaged I didn't know what else to think or do. Having a job made it better but still didn't help change my feelings of loneliness. 

There was a period of time on and off I found myself jobless after Louisiana. My father and I up and left to Harlingen, Tx. I had yet another bout of feelings of loneliness and no life especially around the winter/fall season. I was suffering major cabin fever and the the city had a really bad freeze that year. Ice every where and the electricity had gone out on the whole street, maybe even the neighborhood. My head was tight and tingly. My thoughts were dark and unhappy around that short period of time. 

Things did change when I guess my life started to unfold more as time went on. I wasn't alone for I had started to make friends and started to live. I had my first boyfriend and it was a time that made me happy. I wasn't alone, and I was on my way, slowly but surely to getting my life on track as a young adult, I was 22. My relationship did prove to be a problem since I dove head first into which later resulted in longer problems for he and I both. I was to weak and very dependent on him, he was too immature, selfish and not all there in life. 

Jobs were scarce for me and since I had no car I had to make do with what was around me in walking distance. Plus my boyfriend at the time had a car so he became my transportation and we spent most of our time together which did keep me from doing the important things I needed to do. Like job hunting, learning to drive, and getting art done on my own with worrying if what I had painted he would like. 

We'd break up at least more than 5 times in a year or two? He was 19 when I met him and now he's 22. I made the decision to leave after our last break up. I wasn't happy in The Valley anymore. He broke my heart to many times, I lost touch with my friends that I made because of the relationship, my art career was trucking along but suffering. I STILL didn't know how to drive and had a car but it didn't work what so-ever and my father was to busy fix it, his plate being way to full. 

I needed to get away and I felt it was time to come back home to Houston. To start over and reconnect with people I knew and concentrate on myself. Of course coming back was difficult, I had to deal with leaving my ex and then the feelings of wanting to go back to him many times. Which I had almost left a few times cause I was suffering here and wanted to give up and go back to something I felt was "comfortable." Though I knew it wasn't right, we wouldn't work out and tried long distance but It would never be the same and to many problems rose up. Our bond was broken, I knew the right thing to do was to do what I had to make myself happy and that was to go where Id have a better chance with life as an artist. 

I know what sort of man I am. I am a strong, loving, happy, good hearted man that knows right from wrong that is kind to others and has good morals, a goal in life he is making come true, who has been working hard to make his dreams come true . . . its just the past few months I feel I have slowly fallen a part and lost some of those traits. Struggling to find a good job, that pays well so I can pay rent, get my dental work taken care of, go to the Dr and get new glasses, contacts and be able to provide for myself, comfortably. 

Im desperately trying to cling on to the man I know I am and the better man I know I can be because I've seen him before, I know he's in there. He's just a little hurt and has to just pull himself up . . . nobody else will do it for him . . . 

I don't want to give up. I can't afford to really, I've my Art and the people it inspires to keep in mind not give up on life and become the cliche-tragique-Artiste. 

I feel better that the words have come together but I've still got to get it together. 

-Xavier 







Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Starting over.

Dear Me,


I am beginning my new life, I set out on this journey in mid February. What was only to be a possible two week visit turned into a permanent stay. When I tried for months to get a job in Harlingen at Forever 21, nothing. I was in town not even a week and I get the job.
I have been staying with my best friend, she helped with deciding what was the most logical step after my whirlwind relationship ended and I was deeply afraid of making the same mistakes again. I wanted to, truly in heart I wanted to stay with him   but I just couldn't give myself the chance. I couldn't let myself down, the dreams, goals and new things I saw and expected for myself. The thought of going back just made me feel disappointed, and I was sad at the idea of me being the one to take away my own happiness. As much as I missed him, us, and his family. I dont miss the way I was treated. The constant heartache, the hopelessness, the tears, wishing and  hoping he would come to his marvelous senses and then we could fix what was broken. It never happened, for two months, I knew exactly what I had to do, make plans to leave. As time crept closer, I continued to pray he was going to show up at my door step and finally tell me all I had needed to hear. Sadly, I wish I was making that up. Every day and night, teary eyed and heart broken hoping I would see him pull into my drive way, or walk right in come to me and say, "Im sorry."

Nothing. cut to a week before I leave. He had, shall I even call it perfect timing? Deep down inside I knew it would all play out the way it did. It took me having to leave for him to realize everything he had, who I was to him. I was a loving, caring, and honorable man to him. I loved him greatly and deeply, my heart was his. He took it for granted so many times.

Im happier now then I was then. I've a second chance at life, and it's scary and exciting. The starting over process is hard now for what I can tell and see. I'm okay with it though, a little hard work pays off. I know alot about hard work, I remember Michael always telling me, "You need to suffer a little, you haven't suffered enough." I'd like him to live my life from growing up and having your family fall apart, split and pending divorce, starting in 2003-2008, 2008 when I set out on my art career, all the way through when I met him then how our relationship ended, to today. Ive "suffered" enough. With him I had something I was looking for I felt I lost with in my own family. I couldn't depend on him anymore, nothing was stable. Now I can do that for myself, and it feels good doing it all for me.


Thursday, April 25, 2013

Lana Del Rey

Since coming to know of Lana Del Rey and her music I was determined to paint her. She is, visually a well put together creation with which I draw inspiration from. I love vintage things and old timey gals, she sorta reaks old Hollywood Glam not to mention she seems to always be dolled up in 60s gear. I love 1960s girls. So with that being said ... which was some of my brain letting loose lol ... I've begun a conquest to create a pinup of LDR. It was tough, she has a very sculpted face and very delicate features all in one. I first thought it'd be easy to draw her. As I realized it was not all fun and games. Months passed and I haven't really given up, I have finally a completed a water color study and pencil piece. 
The images below are pretty much the development of the idea. Hope it is enjoyed.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Some new stuff!!

So its been a while since I shared anything, been busy with some life changing events. As well as a new job. Here's some stuff to keep yall happy ...

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A letter to you ...


... from a healing heart,

So Im writing this to you. You text and email me as if it is okay, sure on your end, you may feel that these bridges you've destroyed are mended. They are far from where you thought you left them.

I keep myself from texting you, or contacting you in anyway. I know it will only leave me broken hearted again. How many times in the past would I text you and never get a reply? The day you ignored me in public still plays in my mind, it is a reminder of who you really are. So was the last day/night I saw you. I was reminded of who you are. I was dissapointed the moment I stepped into your car. You were different, but still the same in many ways. You changed the way you dressed, again. You've changed your diet, again. You changed your views on life again. Had another so called "awakening."

Same story, different day. Ive seen this person many different times before. Under different guises, you've not settled into the shoes of who you are, the person I fell in love with. He's gone, a memory. A lovely memory that I reflect on with love and happiness. I smile and smirk, than Im sad for it is gone. That being said, I am no longer in the position to know what you are doing with your life. If I wanted to know I would've been the one to text, email . . . wave at you.

-Xavier

Monday, March 4, 2013

Evangeline, The Oyster Girl

Just sharing two detail shots of a pinup portrait I'm doing of Kitty West, who was a burlesque dancer in New Orleans.

Friday, March 1, 2013

"Behind the Burly-Q" Book!!

Hey folks,

Just thought Id share the book trailer for "Behind the Burly-Q." A fabulous book version of the documentary. Filled with photographs, interviews and the stories of the women themselves, sure to be a treasure for any Burlesque fan or performer! Due out later this year!

http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=lIZE-qGio9c&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DlIZE-qGio9c 

-Xavier