A Door in the Cold

Johnny Cash was the inspiration for this piece or rather one of his songs. I can’t remember what song but most of his songs are great any way. Sorrow, death, guilt a bucket full of emotions. The humor in this is lost on the gracefully crude image. what is there and what isn’t binds the …

Mirrored Girl

The haunting eye’s of a woman staring into you, you’ve done something but you haven’t figured out what, doe’s she hold a spell over you ? Energy, synchronicity, passion, confusion in your muscles, drooling, fantasy cramps. What is true love ? I’ve been lucky to have felt it in my life, however it is very …

Angel in Character

I’ve seen ghosts, heard muffled conversations from the dead, experienced the presence of things not seen but it all means very little. Synchronicity, fear and comfort, translating what can be. There’s another side to the world we exist in, you can get close and feel it running through blood. After the funeral of an eighteen …

Personal Organizational Skills

Yes I’ve been there. Pressing the self destruct button, adding depressants to depression, days and weeks of a wicked bender, looking for truth, sanctuary, a sign from a god that I don’t believe in, hiding my mind from others, starvation, self loathing, suicidal decorations, bad choices, black outs, dry heaving. This is all to defeat …

Skulls and Ribbons (study)

One day I received a package. It was a rectangular box, pretty heavy with the most miraculous ribbon work around it. It was (both box and ribbon)a robin egg shell blue color with a few darker strands of blue for contrast, I looked for note or tag as I wasn’t accustomed to receiving packages of …

Woman Praying

An iron cross branding for a so called sinner, oppression, torture, brainwashed and broken. A world of mans fears and perversions, fighting devils that don’t exist, appropriating the spoils of a genocide that never should have happened. $ 200.00

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 …