Senior Thesis Show

This is the flyer for our Senior Show. All are invited. I have some new work showing. I just finished a new piece titled, "Electric Ocean". It's a whole new style. I'll get a picture of it on here soon.

A Repeating Vision-(A Seed)

Tonight in flowing prayer (thank you for refreshing). I remember a seed. A vision of arts flowing in colors and music, they gather. I see them crying out and dancing flowing like colorful thin banners, the people are the banners. Other banners blow up in the ceilings, some have projected images and symbols and words flashing on them. I see revelation coming to them and they write poems, statements, constitutions, declarations, changing the world. Their prayers are like substance that goes out to build and change the world behind and beyond the wills of men.

In large buildings they dance, colors fill the room, lights moving in colors, sounds and beats and music, waves and winds. Some on platforms, some on sofas, some at booths and tables, some just chatting and laughing or hugging. They go on into the nights.

Then I see this other group or rather another setting. It's outdoors. John the Baptistish. They are out. They are called out. They go to seek, to hear, to wait. They go to the desert. Nothing of man they seek. They are going to find the voice that created the wilderness. They seek to leave behind the clutter of voices of man and culture. I see stars at night, and heated sun by day. I see water to drink and blankets and mats to sit on and tents or caves to nap in. Some have music and drums and fires burning. Like the Israelites in the wandering desert with power to sleep by. They wait, they seek, they cry. They feel anxious and desperate at times, then as though they would pop or explode because of overwhelming joy and fulfillment. They want to cry out this blessing over the earth. The treasures they are finding strengthen them.

These groups flow together. One inside, the other away and outside. They are urban yet they are as though they come from a wilderness.

Things I Learned in School Today

I got a 100 on the scantron part of my History of Photography class, the essay portion will come later.

I went to the first lecture by Elizabeth Condon where she spoke about an exhibit of contemporary artists helping to put together, whose works are influenced by Traditional Asian art.

One artist I found hillarious was iona rozeal brown. For some reason, the name is not capitalized. Anyhow, this artist combines traditional Asian figure and costume, with Black hip-hop culture. You can google the artist name for more images.

I Painted What I Saw On the Floor

This is the painting room at Texas State University. I went exploring, looking for something. I was drawn to the white blob of paint on the floor next to the rolling cart. This is what it looks like close up.
When I photographed it, I saw something. So I got to work painting, adding yellow-oranges for light and blue-purples for shadows to bring out what I was seeing.

Below is what the blob of white paint looked like after I was done.




So now the Texas State University painting-room-blob has had a make-over. This is the view of the room after the process.

Hey I Found a Picture of Me Online

This was the first service held in the new building at Hillcountry Church. That's me on the djembe. Next to me are Ben, Barry, Elizabeth, and Christi. Sharon is dancing. More pictures at the Hillcountry Website.

Good Morning World

October 4, 2005 the day of my Grandmother's funeral. We slept in the same room as I worked on my blog. They laughed at me that I worked on it so long. Ha. I'm going to say goodmorning to the morning now.

Sergio, Rene and I are all wearing our Purple shirts, shirts we got over Christmas. We are all going to match. We laughted when we thought about doing this, but figured that my mom would like it. When we told her about the plan..."Oh, that would be great," she said.

Draw us together. We have been sooo apart.

One Ancient Vision

I saw them dancing and sweating. I saw them sitting and meditating. I saw them outside in the open. Flowing near the fire. Prophesing desire. Fasting for his face. Caught up in his grace.

How "Relevent" Are Christian Artists?

Here is a little article I wrote a month ago. I've learned alot about being an artist since then. You have to follow your heart and passion. If you grapple with the questions long enough, you will see the way.

How "Relevent" Are Christian Artists?
by Enrique Crosby

In the song Mr. Jones, Adam Duritz, lead singer of Counting Crows sings, "We all wanna be big big stars, yeah, but we got different reasons for that." How important is fame, and is fame an important and valid motivation and goal for Christian artists to pursue? In an article entitled, "Religion and rock: not a mixture for success", Jess Brooke of the Colorado State University newspaper The Rocky Mountain Collegian writes about how bands that start off overtly Christian in style usually have to lose their overt references to Jesus and Christianity before they become popular in main stream culture.

This artlicle resonates with questions I have in my heart being a visual artist. Questions like: Who is my audience? Is popularity an important platform that I need with my art? Will God be served more if I keep a smaller audience with art that keeps a clear Christian witness, or will he be served more if I make my art more palatable to the masses and make it more ambiguous?

I have heard references in other articles and blogs about the difference between a Christian artist and an artist who is a Christian. (Artist being: visual, music, writers) One produces works that discuss Christian issues, the other creates works on various topics yet the artist retains in his heart that he/she is a Christian.

A story in Scripture I think relates to this topic is that of Daniel, a young devout Jewish man who grows up in a predominantly pagan culture to become one of the great old testament prophets. In his lifetime, Daniel must find the balance between strong commited devotion to the LORD, and humble and devout service to the empire he lives in that at many times opposes his religious beliefs.

Daniel has an amazing ability to serve with great faithfulness the kingdom he lives in , yet at times is commited to standing without apology against the same kingdom in certain situations. Through out his life, Daniel is honored and dishonored repeatedly for his diligent hard work and his uncompomising devoution to the God of Israel.

In Daniel, I find a man to be contemplated. For in Daniel I find a man that has to grapple with many questions that Christians in modern America are facing.

He did not become an antisocial recluse in his society, but instead served his society with zeal. On the other hand, he also retained a lack of interest in fame, promotion or riches even though these often came to him inadvertently. What poise and balance.

Even though Daniel worked more in the realm of politics and religion, artist and musicians will find important themes to consider by studying his life.

Simply Apocalyptic yet Free

I sit in the Library, a study room on floor 6. I pace and pray. I am being inspired. Listening to these, and praying through these (apostolic prayers) for my university, city, church, friends, and fellow bloggers.

It's not often the wise that are called. And it's not articulate words that reveal Christ, but only the simplicity of devotion acticulating words, actions and prayers of love empowered by the Spirit.

I just got out of my Art History classes, and I'm thinking about my paintings. I paint these wild crazy paintings, and they're fun, but I really want to make some simple images, I don't care if they don't look profound. I want them to be simple, like a head of brocolli in the midst of mouths chewing on empty calories.

The most powerful passage of Scripture I think about that relates to arts is actually when Paul discusses tongues.

(Quote)
⁶Now, brothers, if I come to you and speak in tongues, what good will I be to you, unless I bring you some revelation or knowledge or prophecy or word of instruction? ⁷Even in the case of lifeless things that make sounds, such as the flute or harp, how will anyone know what tune is being played unless there is a distinction in the notes? ⁸Again, if the trumpet does not sound a clear call, who will get ready for battle? ⁹So it is with you. Unless you speak intelligible words with your tongue, how will anyone know what you are saying? You will just be speaking into the air. ¹⁰Undoubtedly there are all sorts of languages in the world, yet none of them is without meaning. ¹¹If then I do not grasp the meaning of what someone is saying, I am a foreigner to the speaker, and he is a foreigner to me. ¹²So it is with you. Since you are eager to have spiritual gifts, try to excel in gifts that build up the church.

¹³For this reason anyone who speaks in a tongue should pray that he may interpret what he says. ¹⁴For if I pray in a tongue, my spirit prays, but my mind is unfruitful. ¹⁵So what shall I do? I will pray with my spirit, but I will also pray with my mind; I will sing with my spirit, but I will also sing with my mind. ¹⁶If you are praising God with your spirit, how can one who finds himself among those who do not understand^[e] say "Amen" to your thanksgiving, since he does not know what you are saying? ¹⁷You may be giving thanks well enough, but the other man is not edified.

¹⁸I thank God that I speak in tongues more than all of you. ¹⁹But in the church I would rather speak five intelligible words to instruct others than ten thousand words in a tongue.(End Quote from 1Cor14)

I associate tongues with abstraction and "in the mind" with literal art. They both have a place, but man, I want to sound a clear trumpet to get people ready. Sure we could all be partying and grooving to some great music, but that's no good if the enemie's in our camp. "God loves you, now get ready battle!"

There is a place for abstract, jazz, and and rave music and art, I love it. Yet, its place is not being an alarm during a fire drill or invasion. For those times we need clear meaningful distinct messages/songs/images that speak, so we won't be dancing or crying when we need to be running.

I know I'm all choppy in my talking. I'm working through my thoughts.

So when I dance, I love it funky. When I'm trying to rescue a drowning person, I like it simple clear and uncomplicated. I sometimes feel this way about art.

I think Heiromymous Bosch balanced both wacky imagination and literal clear trumpet blasts.


I love this guy's style. Intense apocalytic, yet playful and free, that's how I wanna be.

My First Blender3d Rendering

It's actually the first I've saved. I started playing with Blender a week ago.