death |
Every time someone I love dies...whether human or animal...it's like everyone I've loved who has died.. dying all over again.If there is a hell, this is definitely it.
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:43:00 GMT |
.:..::..:::COMMISSSSSSIONS:::..::..:. |
Now that I have a place of work that seems like they won't be laying the new hires off soon (such as myself), I feel confident enough to splurge on much needed art supplies. I have not been able to d...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 14:48:00 GMT |
Here's to starting anew |
I put too much of my heart into relationships. I end up exhausting myself. If only I could focus all of that energy into what I love to do...what makes me happy: art & music.Last year I was able to ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 04:48:00 GMT |
...and more... |
...inspiration:alyz tale--------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------yann arthus-bertrand
Posted by on Fri, 09 Jan 2009 18:27:00 GMT |
Best Rotation of 2008 |
The constant rotation of music that inspired my 2008:(in no particular order)*Duran Duran - Duran Duran, Rio*Neko Case - Fox Confessor Brings The Flood*Yes - Fragile*Astrud Gilberto - Look To The Rain...
Posted by on Mon, 29 Dec 2008 07:44:00 GMT |
"what am i? who am i? where am i? why am i?" |
"...knowing can be a limiting thing...""The study of modern psychology may have helped some of us become better people. We may treat our children better because we have gained some rudimentary notion...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 04:52:00 GMT |
STOLEN PAINTING |
My painting "Sad Clown" was stolen recently from the Pink Door.If you have any information regarding the paintings circumstances, please let me know.Needless to say, I'm fucking pissed.
Posted by on Mon, 24 Nov 2008 16:00:00 GMT |
Brain Sex |
Stumbleupon is a beautiful thing... especially out of boredom.It brought me to the BBC site. The Science & Nature: Human Body & Mind page to be exact. And so the tests began....
Posted by on Fri, 10 Oct 2008 06:37:00 GMT |
- Dematerialization - |
Limbs sprawled; tangled in sheets still permeating waves of withered, dying men and moth balls... reminders of mom's house. I don't want the scented memories to fade off into this new air in whi...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Oct 2008 00:59:00 GMT |
And the night wont set me free |
And when the dawn begins to creepSunlight finds you in a heapHow you wish that you could sleepForget the lies that you've been toldYou think you're setting free your soulBut you're really getting oldY...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Oct 2008 18:08:00 GMT |
