Friday, November 9, 2012

                                       Title: Luna
                                        Watercolor Pencils
                                       Sometimes all I see is cake...

Friday, August 31, 2012

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                                         Title: Recognition
                                          Wood burning
I don't deserve to feel, I'm not even real, What used to be this face is my new saving grace, My soul will disappear; It withers with you here, I could be beautiful again but I'm safer in this skin.

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                                        Title: Fallen
                                         Acrylic and prisma colored pencils
The snow clouded his eyes; slid into his lungs. Though the bullet was warm, cold swallowed it and sent him reeling into the heavens. Only a deer. Only, my dear.


                                      Title: Tempo
                                      Acrylic and netting
Feel the music. Get carried away...

Thursday, August 30, 2012

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                                                Title: Happy Accident
                                                 Acrylic and prisma colored pencils
My love. All the beauty I notice in the world is founded by your very presence. Handsome man, perfect soul. I will be yours for the rest of my days. 


                                               Title: Spill
                                                Acrylic and prisma colored pencils
She was beautiful, yes she was. Then I thought of her and in my mind she fell apart and sank onto some paper.
                                                          Title: Sea me
                                                         Prisma colored pencils
A tattoo design for a best friend's brother. I hope it's enjoyed by his skin and the eyes of many. Woo!

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                                          Title: Grasping at reality
                                           Charcoal and conte
 To those of us that crawl; to the discovery of ourselves as a host; to the release of souls into oblivion. I applaud thee and thy existence. Rise.                                        


       
                                      Title: I can't recall
                                       Acrylic
No mind can stand the test of time but time once accepted your reality. Releasing it is all that exists. Fade

Friday, June 1, 2012

yaaay

                                  Blue Bic Pen
 How about those beasts that escape from within? Let it out people.


                             Title: Escape from December
                               Prisma colored pencils
I sat in a blank, empty room feeling blank and empty. Tired of the white, tired of the monotony, tired. I looked at my cage and then I looked at my soul. Color happened.