Sad Hearts |
Slightly fired into my face,
Burning words they have no grace.
Apple juice and a bitter taste,
Rising sun, but we wont celebrate.
Automatic smile indicate,
But speechless love has no fate.
Looking fo...
Posted by Juvenile on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:20:00 PST |
Indigo Salvation |
Powerful warrior in the night coming to rest.
There's nothing but peace, left in his chest.
Setting up a candle, to see what's going around.
To not just hear, but see this wonderful singing sou...
Posted by Juvenile on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 10:24:00 PST |
Only A Few, But A Couple Of Good |
In my artist daily life, I experienced that I easily get lost in details during drawing process.
Therefor I'm kinda comfy while swinging my pencil. Eventually looking at the history of my artwork, I ...
Posted by Juvenile on Sun, 22 Jun 2008 10:49:00 PST |
Where's The Inspiration Gone? |
Where do we find it?
Why do we call it "finding inspiration"? - why not just call it "grabbing this motherfuckin thing". Because that's, where the problem is hiden.
Whoever tried to be creative...
Posted by Juvenile on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 06:41:00 PST |
A Perfect Room |
In my perfect room, there would be perfect furniture. Bright lights are coming inside this place through big windows. Big windows more like doors revolving around my perfect furniture. ...
Posted by Juvenile on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 12:35:00 PST |
