Title: Luna
Watercolor Pencils
Sometimes all I see is cake...
Friday, November 9, 2012
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.
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!
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.
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.
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