bite down

♥ I bloodied my head ♥

my headache

ouch.

Selfishly dissatisfied

I need a fucking resolution. I have a problem solving personality and something needs fixed. All passing ideas just create addition problems and leave me with, nothing. Which is what I’m starting with.

Yet at the same time I have so much, I have all the things that I’m told I want. Still, I’m just left with this dissatisfying taste in my mouth.

Jumper

we all flirt with the tiniest notion
of self-conclusion in one simplified motion

i found it impolite to ask.

sick frenzy

Guard yourself, you who are easily fooled and lead astray
You sensitive souls who’s hearts are frail and prone to shattering
Build your fence high and impenetrable
Set traps and spikes to trap and injure those who would do the same
Bite your lip, keep your broken back straight.
Bite hard to stop the pain from showing.
You are weak and they can smell fear.
Your fear could create a frenzy, they would tear you apart

i set myself on fire, again

And when you asked for light
I set myself on fire
And if I go far away I know
You'll find another slave

this is how i feel at this moment

Although I am completely still, I feel as if my body is twisting
Starting at my ankles pulling tighter, as if I am being invisibly bound.
My vision is hazy, my head is spinning, I am not dizzy.
I am slipping, slipping, slipping.
…….it aches.

And when you asked for light, I set myself on fire.

Phase two.

Work in progress

picasso's, death of casagemas

Apparently Casagemas (a close friend of Picasso) committed suicide because he was refused by the woman he loved. This act was the reason for the start of Picasso’s blue period, he even said that the moment he learned of his friends death, he began painting with the blue paint. At this point he was unknown and living in poverty, his blue period was what launched the career that led to his worldwide fame.


I can't look away, the hole in the head, the glow of the candlelight.
Incredible

naked lady

I am loving this.

Bad bad bird finished

I think he is done.
But he is still a BadBadBird.
Even naughtier now I think.

Bad bad bird

No done yet, I still need to figure exactly what I want to do with this.
I do know that it is looking way too vaginal, totally unintentional.

lines in the sand

The chill in the air is unmistakable, the snow is coming soon.
I stand on the beach tracing spirals in the sand with a spindly piece of driftwood.
My ears ache and lungs burn from the cold.
In the sand I draw my eye, the another, my nose, my lips pouting, a tear.
The setting suns rays blanket the smooth surface causing my indentations to come alive.
I am alone, he is walking too briskly and doesn’t notice that I am no longer trailing behind.
The seabirds call and salty wind whips through my hair.
He sees me now and is moving in my direction.
He steps gingerly on my forehead and walks down the bridge of my nose, chuckling at the tear.
I feel the pressure of his step and the laughter stings.
But this is not me, it is just lines in the sand.

Sting like a BEE.

Buzzzzzz... I made a bee. Yaaaaaaay.

shame

new

eh, not done yet

Ambiguous

Painted eyes, but does not look good. Scraped off the paint and now I know it's done.

Unfinished?

Am I done yet?? I DON'T KNOW!

HELPPP.

Exceedingly So.

I am restless tonight, I am unable to concentrate and, at this moment, unwilling to make an effort.
My thoughts start to simmer and quickly began to boil over, bursting forth and bubbling uncontrollably.
I calm my mind again, and again but it continues to crescendo. It grows to a level that is unbearable.
I want to kick and scream but instead maintain this eerie pacifist state.
I am a placid lake with torrent undercurrents, churning in anger. I am exceedingly restless tonight.

untitled

Uncertainty

You swept me up like a torrent rush of frigid water.
Swirling me around in a cyclone of dormant emotions
Chills run down my spine as I replay words.
Turning my palms towards the ceiling,
I lift my eyes upward and am sick to my stomach.
What I thought I longed to hear, knocks the wind right out of me.
I want to cry but with you, I can’t help but smile.

Alaskana seascape.

This is my attempt at an Alaska-scape.

Out of my comfort zone, but hoping to maybe make a bit of money off of it.

My silly sketch and the result of my first painting session.

Still a lot of work to do.

I'm still thinking of all

the different critters that I can add.

Going to the Dallas World Aquarium

was a definite inspiration.

Obviously Mt. Redoubt’s volcanic activity this

spring was the seed from which this painting

spouted.

The beginning