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.
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.
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.
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.
Different parts of me have different ideas as to where I belong. My brain however, calls the shots.
Too many people I know look at this place, and I draw too many things about people I know.
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.