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RavenKingBlackWolf
Wood/body worker and borderline artistic
Los Angeles
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Note to self:
Slowly I see progress.
Step by step.
Little by little.
As long as it takes is of no matter.
So long as I move forward.
A constant reminder that other people’s time scales are not my own.
My progress is mine and no one else’s.
Step by step.
Little by little.
Forward I go.
As long as it takes.

Shout out to @ias.creations for their F# 440 Hz drone flute that has become part of my morning routine for meditation. taken in Elephant Hills, El Sereno by @r_k.b_w

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6 months ago

(Late as always but…)The year of our lord 2025… the year of the snake… and as snakes do to grow, they shed skin.
It had it all. Unbound love, heartbreaks, happiness, absolute sadness, old friends, new friends, destruction in order to build. It wasn’t easy for me or for anyone I know; even so, I wouldn’t change it for anything. I stand precisely where I must be. by @r_k.b_w

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Come check out my little corner of artifacts and books. Only @luckypigvintage by @r_k.b_w

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a year ago

La Guacamaya

I was raised in the tropics, where the guacamaya flew wild—flocks of twenty, thirty, perhaps fifty or more.
Innumerable to my young eyes, they roamed the skies with the freedom only their hearts could command.
A living mosaic of the most vibrant plumage imaginable:
The reddest reds, the bluest blues, yellows so incendiary my eyes have yet to encounter their equal.

They were my morning wake-up call—a deafening cacophony in stark contrast to their beauty and majesty.
At home, they perched in the Araguaney and Ceiba trees;
At school, they gathered in the Apamate and Samán trees along the periphery,
Perhaps intrigued by the innocence and chaos of us children at play—
Children of privilege, unbound potential, and opportunity,
In a city overshadowed by poverty and despair.

They bore witness to my growth—from a sickly, premature boy to a rebellious adolescent.
I am filled with nostalgia now, and regret:
Regret for the times I found myself annoyed by their raucous calls,
Their songs heralding the rise of our life-giving star.
Regret that I did not know to cherish their presence,
Unaware that leaving those lands would mean their songs would no longer wake me again.

It’s curious, isn’t it? The things we miss once they fade from our daily lives.
It makes me want to treasure what is here, now—
People, places, animals, even fleeting emotions—
For one day, they may exist only in dreams and memories.

Here she flies in the dark (though in life, they are birds of the day),
Because now, the only place I can hear their songs,
The only place I can witness their vibrant flocks,
Is in the shadows of memory.

A la guacamaya majestuosa, te extraño y te amo.
I hope one day to see your flight again,
To marvel at your plumage,
To hear your call
piercing, defiant, alive.

___Acrylic and oil paint, colored pencil and crayon on white oak plywood.__ taken in Caracas, Venezuela by @r_k.b_w

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2 years ago

Of electric poles, flying machines and messengers with no message. taken in Los Angeles, California by @r_k.b_w

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3 years ago

“Ya No Veo Bien, Me Voy pa el Monte” work in progress… trying to tie in these two motifs, constructive criticism and suggestions desired and welcome. My D string busted, being the procrastinator I am I kept playing and I’ve been enjoying the sounds that come from my 5 string.

Ya no veo bien
Por eso me voy a la cima
Lejos de la bulla

Ya pronto me olvidare del miedo que siento al cantar, del miedo que siento al abrirme de esa manera, del pavor que me consume y no me deja andar.

#workinprogress taken in Highland Park by @r_k.b_w

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3 years ago

“This is just a Pigeon”
13.5” x 11.25”

In a world that venerates the strong, the bold and the audacious; sometimes the savage, the massive and the pugnacious.

I would like to shed a light on the humble pigeon. (specifically the carrier pigeon)
A creature so overlooked and dismissed that most have no idea how much we, the civilizations that stand upon the shoulders of giants, owe to these unassuming feathered animals.
You see, historically pigeons were used to transport messages over vast distances, no matter how far you take a carrier pigeon from its roost it will flap its wings tirelessly until it has come home; irrespective of what message has been sent.
These creatures will endure hell through the skies to reach their home.

For thousands of years they've been employed in the passing of messages as innocuous as a love letter to political plans, secrets and everyday news including to being deployed in heat of battle.
How many times have the messages they carried reached their destination and changed the outcome of battle we may never know. But what is certain is that the world in which we stand today may have been shaped by the impetuousness of these birds.
As late as as WWII (def still in use in some places) they were employed in battle. There are stories told of these messages, after being received, either saved the lives of countless combatants or altogether changed the outcome of the battle, perhaps even the war. Stories of these humble birds coming home to roost littered with bullet holes, broken wings, missing eyes… the bravest of the brave.

In a world where the predator is king.
I salute you my humble flying brother.
We owe you more than we’ll ever know, I hereby humbly recognize you and your contributions to this experiment of civilization, building, destroying, rebuilding.

#history #pigeon #art #losangeles #idontknowwhatimdoing taken in Highland Park by @r_k.b_w

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4 years ago

Needle and a haystack

SATURDAY:

Artists:
@miranda.lerae
@riancalhoun
@sadiejeanspezzano
@r.k.b.w._roma
@ryannicholasnoble
@taliasteinhardtfromthefuture
@sage.classic
@riley_vaughn

Where:
@_sad_studios
984 McGarry St
LA CA 90021

When:
Saturday, Dec. 10th
7p-10p

Featuring:
DJ @rose.knows

Sponsored by:
@liquiddeath by @r_k.b_w

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4 years ago

Sneak peak by @r_k.b_w

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4 years ago

(Soul) |re|search and [self] development taken in Los Angeles, California by @r_k.b_w

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4 years ago

Taking my girl out for a ride

#festool #festoolfan by @r_k.b_w

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4 years ago

There’s an indescribable feeling that comes from seeing visions once living in paper come to fruition with the use of your hands.

Lessons learned will always be yet another tool in your box.

Designed by @christgaudesign made by @zack.nestelpatt and me taken in Highland Park by @r_k.b_w

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