Takashi Murakami

I was checking my myspace one day, well...everyday like i usually do and i got a comment from my friend Russell. He told me i would like this guyus art, Takashi Murakami.

I've seen his name around some magazines i have and it sounded very faniliar..like from somewhere else..

Curious, i've searched him up on the internet and...wow.

This guy is different. Apperently he graduated from this art university in Japan and has a couple degrees under his belt.

His art amazed and captivated my eyes. This is one o fthe reasons why I want to pursue something that deals with art.

And of course the one that EVERYONE has seen. The Famous..

I like, very much

=)

To my family

Dear mother

First i want to say thank you. Thank you for taking care of me when i was ill. When im hungry, you always make me food. Even if you're in a rush to work, you always make sure my stomach is full. Thank you for so much more.

Now i want to say that im sorry. Im sorry for not being a great. Im sorry for disappointing you in the past. You always tell me to not be stupid and to get on my shit.You are always there telling me when things are rough, that God will help us. You help us mom. Your so strong. You've never giving up on us. You work your ass off and you deserveso much more. I cant stand to see you exhausted anymore. i cant stand to see you worry about petty shit like bills. You continue to work, and you shouldn't be working so hard. I know you see me as a dissapointment, but i will try and make you proud.I all i want you to do is to witness me doing something successful....I owe you soo much more than a "thank you" .
I owe you my life.

I Love you.



Dear sister

Theres a reason why we dont speak on important matters like, my life goals. You were never there for me when i was younger. I rarely saw you growing up. And now when im 18, you decide to give me lectures? wtf? Doesnt work that way.

I wish we did become good friends when we were young. I love you even if i dont show it at all. you jus annoy me a lot.thats it. You lecture me on the shit i already know, but you yell it. Learn to just talk and not yell and maybe we can make a connection. That's why i rarely cmome to you anymore. When i want to talk, you come off like you know everything and shit. NO. Just talk to me like a sister should. I want to make a connection, but now, i dont think we can.
Im so sorry for being such a dick, i really am. I dont like seeing you cry.

I love you.


Dear Dad

Im sorry. Im so sorry. I just wanted to make you proud of me. You work so hard for the things i have. You living by yourself, trying to get money for us, not for you. But for us. You always put us in front of you. I love you soo much,but..

Dad you were always at work. We never played outside like iv always wanted. I only saw you at night before i went to sleep. You always paid our bills and our food. You were the boss of the house. But i wanted more. I never wanted to tell you because i was afraid. We were supposed to make a father-son bond like other families. And since we moved to Florida, i rarely see you anymore and that hurts. Words cant even explain the pain i feel in my heart. I wish i did see you every day. I want to talk about so many things with you. I want you to see me grow and learn. Witness me becoming a father and you being a grandfather to my lil boy and girl. I want to make tht connection with you.

Sometimes im afraid to tell you shit. I always want to make you proud, but somehow i always tend to fuck up. Im afraid to tell you my mistakes, not because of the yelling you'll be doing, but i dont want to disappoint you...
I want to be the son you've always wanted. I want you to brag to your friends about me. I promise, as the tears our running down my cheeks on to this keyboard, i promise you, one day
I'll make you proud.

I love you