I’m convinced New York City is a living thing.
THIS. MEANS. WAR.
Naked and Red by Colour Revolt.
Fine now, for the record.
The WHAT-IF monsters chattering their what-if’s in my head while I try to sleep.
Have this one too much.
Anne and Andy’s cat, Momo. Sometimes I take care of her. She’s alright, for a cat and all.
A large piece of wood that rests against a wall in my living room. I’ll probally never finish it, and never hang it.
A quote excerpt from Antoine de Saint-Exupery. One of a few doodles mailed to my friend Erin, on her birthday.
Mr. Tye Walp.
Been dreaming of these strange bugs, moving in slow motion and covered in color.
One of my all-time favorite songs. Yeah, I know its a cover.
Take Me Home Country Roads by Toots & The Maytals.
Thank you Giov.
Been friends with Clay since 4th grade. He was my first friend in Florida. I was a terrbile swimmer when we were kids. Still am.
Saw a vulture pick a rabbit apart today at the San Diego Zoo while a mother explained to her son the circle of life.
Ended up folding that hand.
Airport Terminal.
Didn’t know who this was when I was drawing him, but the more I filled in the lines, reminded me a bit of a childhood friend. He died when we were in high school.
He came to me in a dream a few months ago. He hadn’t aged a day, and couldn’t understand why I looked older. It was night and we were standing up to our knees in black water. He asked me why I wasn’t at his funeral. I told him, I didn’t want to see him in a casket.
Can’t remember the rest.
Airport Terminal.
Pause and slow motion.
Actors and opinions.
Excerpt from a living room wall of an apartment I once lived in. Ultimately, painted white.
Taryn’s phantom.
Someone is regularly salting snails on the sidewalk, near my front door. Got my bottom dollar on the elementary school kids who learn directly across from my home.