act right...

you ever get that suspiscious feeling? for no reason other than you feel it in your gut? (i forget which rule it is, but i'm pretty sure it's one of gibbs' rules... always trust your gut). you know... you walk in a room and the conversation stops. immediately, i think they've been talking about me... probably, they've been talking about something private... classified if you will, and i don't have the appropriate clearance level (forgive, i did fall asleep watching ncis reruns). that's one of those silly ones. a get over it one.

but the real one... especially when you're an artist. when you think... i've seen that before. i've read that before. i've written that before. and the thought goes flying through your brain: shit, gurl, did you just plagiarize me?!

it's tricky territory, i know. intellectual property is so nebulous for us human beings. we thrive off the exchange of ideas, the transfer of information and the simple (though often complicated) interaction with one another on a daily basis. but when someone inspires me to create something new, i say so. (and ps... when i see your beautiful photos, i pin them and then link this here blog to my pinnie-poos, that way you'll get credit. the point is, i'm trying... through technology, i'm trynna get it right... you know?!)

just give some cred. say, i was inspired by someone to make this new (for me) thing. otherwise, we get into that beyonce territory. it becomes stealing, and when there is more than six degrees of separation, not everyone gets that you've been inspired by someone else... and then maybe you inspire someone else... and on and on and on. and there's no history. there's no lineage, no way to say thank you to whoever thought of it all in the beginning. i know... i'm getting emotional.

pardon the rant. 

i'm craving reciprocal respect and positive human interaction. and i promise, i will write a letter to beyonce soon.

and act right. 

these pics can be found on my pinterest... the board is called words.