Thanks Max 2

I love the works of Max Earnst, sometimes I do my version of some of his images. He’s very skilled and I’ve learned a lot especially from his magical compositions. Your eye’s just seem to roll around his pieces, he brings you in and opens up new worlds.

In Here and Out There

Circles ? They are my saviors, Art is a very hard thing to do and for this I will only be speaking of Painting,with oils,on canvas. This tunnel vision is only to simplify with no applications otherwise. When I’m frustrated, pulling out my hair, teeth, old brittle cartilage, lighting fires, trying to electrocute my self, …

Throw away Don’t Eat

All doors and doorways are different. Some you know that lead to sanctuary, some are to heavy and horrifying to open, some are more like holes or burrows, an age old crack splitting a giant gutted tree with centuries of foliage blanketed around the entrance. I’ve seen shadows crawl across the metal doors that led …

kitchen

Years ago I decided to apply for a 2 yr commercial animation coarse. In retrospect I really should have locked myself away somewhere, a place with doctors and pills and someone who could discern what the fuck was wrong with my fucking head.

Self Desruct

Communication is a necessity to existence, to our blood flow, fairy dust production, a joining of minds, touch, strikes, vertigo. We sicken without it, shrivel up, take up the fetal position with closed eye’s and melancholy demands. If the lines don’t reach out we’ve nothing to feed on, no nutrient’s, no sweet caress, only warm …

Phone on Black

There’s something of light in all type’s of darkness if you don’t exclusively use your sight. I wonder what might come to be if we as humans begin to experience the use of more of our functions. I hope that we can begin to get smart enough to figure out how stupid and self involved …

Reflective Proposal (Thanks Max)

Reflections and possessions, both fade away in the darkness, in the abysmal abyss. We have nothing because we never have enough of anything. Weeping, I’m in with the outsiders, still Weeping, if the image in the mirror changes do we ? Do we fade into chunks of degrading bone and then to dust ? By …