Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Great Unobserved Gift of Depression

Life is all about perception, however no matter how much of positive minded individual you are, you will always hit ruts in the road of life. The trick, to me, is realizing that in this time it may feel as though you are falling behind and losing in this game of life, but in reality you're just stagnant. When you look at it that way and you think this way early on and don't allow it to progress to a dangerous level, you will be in a good spot. In noticing that you are just stagnant, in the same place you last left off your progression to the top of the food chain in this tough world of today.

With a little will power and focus of mind this will cause your negative energy to convert to positive energy. That feeling of "I can't" will turn into "I will, I have to". At this point you will be so driven to get out of your depressed state, that you will try as hard as you can and put much effort toward your goals. Toward things that make you feel like you. This will, with maintained and concentrated focus, proppel you out of the rut and way further down the road compared to where you were before you became depressed.

This trick may not work for everyone. It is a very obscure concept and it is by no means a simple task. However, I believe in times of desperation different areas of our consciousness open naturally. It's a matter of being able to break the cycle of negative thoughts, and convincing yourself of what I said. If you catch it while it's in the beginning to mid-range stage and you look at the situation that has been dealt to you by the almighty energies of the universe in the manner I mentioned above, your progress is limitless. Remember, "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" there are very few quotes that ring true like that one.

I went through a deep period of depression when my father passed away. I was anxious and scared of everything around me. Now, I am fearless in life and I see that you may as well take the risk and shoot for your dream, because life is too short for regrets. I am passing this information on because I want to help people in this predicament. I want to show you that it is possible with proper focus and dedication to break out of this stagnant state and end up closer to your goals than ever. Depression is almost like a lesson that we all must learn in order to see the value of life and why you should never give up, on anything. I have seen people lose major parts of their life over depression, even taking their own life. By accident or not, this is not the way to go. The universe and it's energies are testing your will power and strength of mind and emotional stability. If you read between the lines and accept it as a lesson and a chance to better yourself, you will find yourself way ahead of the game when you snap out of this distraught mental state.

I remember my psychiatrist always tried to push antidepressants on me and I wasn't a fan. I've always been a believer that the mind is connected to the universe, which controls the outcome of our ventures in life, and ultimately whether we reach our goals or not. I didn't want a mental crutch, because it then takes away the whole point of the lesson and you will find yourself at most times, robotic and even kelled. As an artist, I need to feel emotions, good or bad.

This information I shared with you will only get you so far. You have to put it into effect. I know how it feels and how draining and difficult it is to reach this level of intellectuality, especially if you must start during a time of depression. Just have faith in your ability to be in control of the energies the universe sends your way. If you are not in this state prepare ahead of time. Even if you're in the worst depressive state, just heed this advice and make it your own. You can do anything you set your mind to. Just don't lose focus in these foggy minded times. B strong and carry on!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

The life of an artist: The blessed curse

I walk alone, but I am surrounded by support. I'm taking a risk, so they're all whispering. Whispering after they smile and nod. This is when I realized, at around 17, that as an artist I can't even rely on myself. All I have is my soul. If my soul doesn't speak volumes everyday, than no one will hear. If have been called upon as an artist, you must accept the burden that comes along with it. Failure may be a part of that burden, but I am speaking of opening your soul to all of the forces of the universe. You cannot tune out pain, fear and suffering, among other uncomfortable emotions. You must feel them, keep them in you mind, so they are easily accessible. Emotional recall is the most valuable tool in an artist's tool belt. This allows us to evoke emotion in others, which makes works of art.

Through this process I noticed that life is too short and no matter what negative obstacles lay in my way, I will push on. Turning those very negative forces into positive forces that push me to the next level. In my experience, and to my knowledge, artist's tend to be a tortured breed. With every gift comes a curse. It is unusual how traveling to
disconcerting areas of the soul, to compose your work, actually brings on a comforting hypnosis. Allowing us to escape the world for a little while. This is one of the most rewarding things about being an artist. The second would have to be sharing that experience with other. Allowing them an escape.

Every artist has their own method. For me whether it's writing an article, a story or a film, I just touch my hands to the keyboard, or my pen to the paper and let it flow from my soul. I rarely edit my work, because I feel when something is too thought out it isn't a work of the soul. This has helped me gain trust in my soul. I trust that it will deliver for me. Through writing and mediation I have honed my souls powers. Through that strength I am blessed with the ability to face life head on. To me any experience in life, good or bad can help me in my work. That is why I have started this blog and movement, to show younger artists that releasing your demons from your soul through art is rewarding and refreshing at the same time. Do not fear a career as an artist. Don't listen to what others say. For that matter, don't even listen to yourself. The soul will guide you in the right direction, forever.


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Great Job Dad! (The story of my father's death)



It was a gloomy day, but I'm pretty sure that I was in a positive mind-state. My mother, sister and I walked out the door, with no attempt to wake him up. Looking back I don't blame her, he used to throw alarm clocks. I now attribute that to a long night of using, trying to wash away his past, even for a few hours.

We got in the car to return a rented , and as I sit in the passenger seat the first thing I see is the glovebox. The first thing of I think of the time I opened it in my dads car. I barley cracked it and I saw a large package of white powder. What I now know is cocaine. He slams it shut and begins to lay into me.

As we pull out of the video rental store parking lot my mother hands me the phone with an attitude and says, "Call your fucking father." It rang to voice-mail on each of my three attempts. The whole way home if I recall correctly, my mother was complaining about my dad and how "he sleeps to much". Now thinking back I know what she wanted to say. We pul into the driveway and my mother was the first in the bedroom. She slams the door and yells at my sister and I to sit in the kitchen.

She walked out and everything seemed fine, until I saw firetrucks pull up, along with my Aunt, who took us away from this scene. I remember looking through the rear window at the scene in front of my house. It didn't real scare me. I was very confused.

As an adult I look back on this and I think, "You're really going to belittle your son, who is supposedly your best friend, for opening a glovebox that you chose to keep coke in there. The same cocaine that killed you. So selfish, taking out a life insurance policy 3 months before you died. How do you live knowing what you are doing to your family! Not even me Mommy and Caitlin! It's okay though, because you are the picture perfect example of what I don't want to be!" The experience made me numb. Instant numbness ran through my body and soul when my aunt and mother walked into my cousin room and said daddy's dead.

I held in the pain through the whole ordeal. I felt as if I was the only man left and therefor I must be strong. This all ended when the paulbarers and I walked the casket out of the church. As soon as the slow ringing bell sounded, it felt like it was then end. I want to convince myself that I was crying because of my mother and sister. Up until recently I found it easier to be angry at him, than miss him. Tearing at my soul is the thought of wanting to hug someone or even talk to them one last time. So all I do is hunt for success and understand of the universe and it's action. The stories it tells me. Great job dad, you created an arist.

- Mike Cooper

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Throwback TV: Cartoons from the 90s

My overpacked backpack swung side to side as I rushed toward m mother car after school. I had fifteen minutes to get home so I could catch the Power Rangers. I truly miss the days when I felt as though television was real. Don't get me wrong as an artist I always try my best to keep my imagination and childish sense of wonder. However, day to day events bring me back to reality, which even the most successful in this world struggle to do on a daily basis. On top of all of this I need to include the fact that I cannot stand 90% of television shows. Let's face it, once the Disney channel arrived on the scene it was the death of children's entertainment as we know it. All of their work is a duplicate in disguise, or at least very comparable to the show that ran right before it.

My favorite cartoon growing up was Rugrats, then it became Ren and Stimpy, both classic cartoon, that at the time were very original. I recall one episode of Ren and Stimpy when one of the two spit in a jar. My aunt was so offended, she told us we couldn't even watch it. Granted, she is a conservative woman, but it shows that the writers of children's entertainment back then were willing to push the envelope. Take notice how every the drawings, especially the close-ups are very detailed and well gross. I always loved this as a child, because I felt like I was geting away with something.

I even used to love Doug and Batman: The animated series, among other cartoons that weren't vulgar, but they wee original. The old Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network were great. The Doug theme song was always so cool to me, as well.

I will say that Family Guy and South Park still give me a piece of that feeling. The feeling that I get when writers enter that daring territory. However, these shows were not designed for kids. In this day and age parents continue to keep a tighter and tighter grip on their children's brains. This inhibits exploration of different forms of art at a young age. Chris Rock said it best, "Entertainment doesn't make kids insane. You;re kid was all ready crazy. WHat happened to plain ol' crazy?!" Another problem is sheltered children tend to become very rebellious at a certain age. I do agree there are certain things that children should not see, but I'm speaking of very graphic material. I miss those Saturday mornings when my father used to set up a banket for me to it on and eat my breakfast that he cooked me, as e both watched these cartoons. As a writer, at some point I want to give this feeling back to children.

One of my goals is to change children's entertainment, one cartoon at a time. Something that makes overly conservative parents cringe a little bit. I see how many kids sneak away to watch Family Guy and South Park I swear by the fact that you make it worse when you glorify it by criticizing these works of art. It becomes that much more interesting to children.

I'm looking for your opinion on this matter. You already know how I feel. Why are parents sheltering kids, and in your opinion why are cartoons so "Mickey Mouse" now a days? Also, if you are older than me, what retro shows do you wish you could go back and see the first time?

Monday, July 18, 2011






- Mike Cooper

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Soul of a blind man

This short story just came so quickly, and my thoughts were abstract. Therefore, so is the work. I hope you enjoy it.

A strong willed bind man in a vast field. Thoughts of death and its after effects flow soulfully, slowly through his mind. The reason he came here. In the far distance he sees a light. Slowly approaching, unable to comprehend that he is seeing light. In touch with his soul, the only tool he has to truly experiences the world and it's energies. soul reminds him Remembering those past sunny days. The sunset he used to watch with his wife, before she passed away. The rays of light become more powerful. At the corner of his eye, he spots what looks like tall grass. Right away, he is starting to think, "My vision. My vision is returning!" All at once the brightest, most beautiful ray of light! Like the sun he recalls from years back, the field illuminates and reveals the most beautiful scenery his bright eyes have seen in a decade! Only his soul can comprehend. Beyond words.

An unreligious man, not due to bitterness. Bitterness silenced by his true belief, the soul. Left dumbfounded, not knowing where to channel this over elated joy. A strange situation with a strange possible answer. Possibly, being so humbled by his powerful soul he fails to realize he should be praising one man, himself. He rushes back to town. Flying up the hospital stairs, up to his mother's room. Flying through the door of her cold room. Dark in the middle of the day. He approaches his Mother's bed. The sights begin to make him panic, wishing his vision never returned. No monitors hooked up? Approaching footsteps behind him, followed by a hand on his shoulder. Everything begins to quickly make sense, and at the same time it all goes black all over again.

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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Thoughts of the day: Harmony, Felicity and the Soul


Remember, our soul is immune to the fear of failure. It will never steer us down the wrong path. The brain, however, is too readily available and tends to get in our way. It's a powerful tool, but only works in our favor when in tune with the soul. Realize that this is achievable by having faith in yourself. So many people ask me, "How do you know that your career as an artist is going to pan out?" It is an understandable question. A simple question with an answer that is only as complex as you choose. My belief is that our souls are all in tune with the universe. A negative minded person sees a dark gloomy world, filled with money hungry vampires. This will cause a retraction from society and the world around us, not allowing the soul proper access to the energies around us. Giving it a chance to turn negatives to positives. No matter how difficult and scary life may becomes don't retract from reality. Make it your yours, own it everyday! Your soul will reward you with success for showing faith in its most central elements, hopes, dreams and ultimately complete happiness.

- This work by Max C. Escher is an excellent extension of my thoughts today. Our experiences are works in and of themselves. "Art and life will always touch. However, they will never be one."


I know this is a tall order, or so it seems. Things are only as hard as you allow them to be. The answer is quite simple, literally! Simplicity, as an artist, or to anyone for that matter is key. Enjoy the small things in life that you look past everyday you open your eyes. This is the easiest place to start on your journey toward success. Life is a big picture, but like every other great work of art it is about the minute details. ‎Finding simplicity in life, and therefore your art is the surest indication of progression. There is great irony within every pathway to success. The problem is for many irony is obscure. When my father passed away from a cocaine overdose it was hard at that age to turn something so devastating into a positive. One day I woke up and saw the irony in the situation. I saw that life is not a sure thing. You should always give your all everyday at achieving your dream, because tomorrow is not promised. While he always told me to "follow my dream" he would never have understood that the career of an artist takes time to develop. He wanted me to go into a "sure thing". Whatever that means. Those two statements together never made sense to me, when used together. What I'm trying to say is everything happens for a reason to propel you toward your destiny, so take things as they come.

Tell me, what are some of the simple things in life that make you happy? If you can't think of any, what do you think is blinding you from of these things?


Tuesday, June 28, 2011


"A directors work relies on their actors. A writers work relies on their words."

Being a filmmaker, as well of a writer, the principal attributes of the written and spoken WORD that attracts me most is their life-like attributes. They have feelings, senses, intentions and they evoke emotion. That would be to name a few of the many. This is why I write from the heart. If you draw from a false place you will not be able to bring life to these beautiful tools. Artists of all shapes and sizes tend to be emotionally and mentally tortured people. Frustrated with their inability to alter the past. Perhaps, even fear of not being able to alter their future. They turn to their alone zone or art of choice to attempt and release the pain within.

Armies of WORDS battle everyday to affect society in an array of ways. From bills that are passed, to deceiving speeches that alter perception of a politician, public figure or even a close friend. Stop the brainwashing of the world through false statements. Has there not been enough damage already done throughout history? Hitler took over Germany simply through a deep understanding of the characteristics of a wounded psyche and heart. As well as the affect of disguised words of encouragement with subtext of genocide. This is just one example, so you know what I'm getting at.

Take a trip with me to a stairwell in a shady part of town. Two friends exchange WORDS and product in the stairwell of a local apartment complex. The man who leaves with the product ends up getting robbed by the client and in an attempt to fight back he is stabbed twice. One of which hit a major artery. He later died in the Intensive Care Unit at a local hospital. False and untruthful statements bring bad upon those who it is dealt out to.

If I recall correctly, they used to tell tales about this old man named Karma. What goes around comes around? This has seemingly disappeared. Perhaps, because the negative energy is passed on by individuals that spread their energy in a aggressive manner. Pushing you to feel like them as fast as possible. Energy vampires, essentially. While positive people tend not to push their values upon others so strongly, but rather through a subtle psychological approach.

The one loophole in this mess of a situation is that as an artist, I discovered that with will power and determination you can achieve a piece that changes the perception of those that matter. The imagination we tap into also allows us to design the reality that only a chosen few reside in, "IT MUST BE OUR OWN!"

When you have found this place it is time to join the army of artists, in the fight against untruthful works going on around the globe. Not even necessarily works of the almighty word. As artists we can make a change. We were the catalyst to change throughout history. It's time to show our faces and our passion once again! It's time for an artistic revolution!

I am working on a program/website that is a coalition of artists of all types who write from the heart. We want to hear your story and how it affects your work today.




Wednesday, May 18, 2011


I don't have much time at the moment, but tomorrow or the next day I will be adding much more to the blog. I just have to edit a few drafts I have.

Will also be adding a video blog quite soon. Then I feel I can connect on a more personal level with my audience and see what they think.

I know I sound like a broken record, but thanks for taking time out to read my material. It means so much to me. My audience is my main source motivation. Without you guys I'm nothing.


Sunday, May 8, 2011

My Real Life Super Woman

Just something I wrote for my mother on mother's day. Having only one parent makes them that much more special. Not that if you have the luxury of having two parents one matters more than the other. It's just the way my life experiences have made me view the world. It's not the best I've ever written. However, it is heartfelt. I was quite exhausted and forgot to get a mothers day gift. I decided to share something more personal with her. Now I want to share something personal with you. After all that is an artist's job.

From the start you held my hand, yet still you allow me my heart;
You're the fabric that keeps us from fall apart;
Always there to help us even though when it comes to problems you've got a head start;
The strength and love you show is unexplainable like a great work of art;

Vibrant features of which there are too many to choose only one;
Each as beautiful as the next
We know you're job is never done
Giving me the power to pick myself up to bat and slam a home run;
So you can have what you deserve a place of peace and solitude
Hell, maybe even a pool boy for fun =)

When we're down I know you can always help us elevate;
Regardless of the weight on you you still manage to demonstrate;
The best model of strength to emulate;
When our hearts burn you help us ventilate;
You're beautiful soul is impossible to underestimate;
The greatest ever, it's beautifully unfair how there's no room to estimate;
I love you to death, but we'll kill you if you don't allow us to reciprocate =)

You seemingly make the hard times disappear;
Making the impossible look simple without a fear;
You deserve for Mother's day to be everyday;
Seeing you brightens the day day no matter how grey;
Besides Caitlin you're the only one i can trust to never betray;
You would never steer us the wrong way

Everyday you manage the work of two;
till managing to keep a positive point of view;
A strength that's more infectious than the flu;
Everyday you seem to out do;
So I know our family ties will never undo
You are permanently etched in my heart like a tattoo;
You're such an angel I'd believe it if you said you flew;

Referring to you merely as a mother would be unfair. A best friend whom I trust enough to tell them anything. That is with a bit of a risk of a loving smack. You're lucky you're my mom =) ...
The leader of the pack, pushing us to our limits so we may one day reach our goals. A leader who is tough, yet nonjudgmental at the same time. I told you I wanted to be a filmmaker and you we're behind me 100 percent. You made me know I can. You're open hear and open mind is quite rare amongst parents. I'm positively sure if my dream was to pick up dog shit and I cold make a living, you would wear a shirt that says my son loves picking up shit. I'm coming at this in a lighthearted manner, but it's very serious to me. Making you proud means a lot to me. I know that you know I will give you much to be proud of my dear mother. When I won that film award and your true smile and happiness made that night, not a plaque. One day I know I will be looking down at you in the Kodak Theatre while I'm accepting my Oscar. Look into your eyes and say you are the reason I had the strength to get this far. That's why for me it's time to use the talent which was bestowed on me by a higher power.

You are also the best teacher I ever had. You held the roof up during the stormiest times of our collective lives. Always unselfishly passing down your strength to us. Battling every obstacle possible allows me to see that I can accomplish anything. When the day comes and I am blessed with children of my own I hope to be half the parent you are. You changed the fortune of the Cooper family beyond what any of us can see now. My children's children will learn from what you have taught me. You truly are a real life super woman.



Happy belated mothers day to all the mom's out there!