Dazed Time

City of Illusion

2012-02-12T10:08:00.000-08:00

This is the piece I'm working on right now
An ode to Miami
The City of Illusions

give the heart away

2012-02-12T10:03:00.000-08:00

This was the first concentration piece I made, sorry it took so long to upload!

that wild spirit

2012-02-12T09:59:00.000-08:00

My concentration continues to grow, "things we give away"

thinking of home

2012-02-12T09:49:00.000-08:00

I guess this is my third piece in my concentration "things we give away"
I love the deep contrast between the black dress and the white vail

simple days

2012-02-12T09:42:00.000-08:00

Another exploration of "things you give away"
pen+watercolor

Brooklyn Babe

2012-02-09T19:15:00.000-08:00

watercolor + pen
explores the concept of "things that we give away"

sails and Nice

2011-11-30T21:15:00.000-08:00

Sequence

2011-10-26T13:34:00.000-07:00

aging cafe

2011-10-15T17:22:00.000-07:00

1960s American politician

2011-10-15T17:18:00.000-07:00

cascading shadows

2011-10-15T17:13:00.000-07:00

Bottle of French Lemonade Sketch

2011-10-04T20:25:00.000-07:00

a dramatic beginning

2011-09-04T22:19:00.000-07:00

phantom rolls royce

2011-08-23T21:12:00.001-07:00

2 tries at love, my melody nelson

2011-08-08T23:49:00.000-07:00

these are two works in progress forgive the low quality, photos taken in Mac photobooth

city code violation

2011-07-18T10:14:00.000-07:00

triangle of color

2011-07-18T10:06:00.001-07:00

dropping pennies

2011-07-18T10:02:00.000-07:00

floridian home

2011-07-18T09:59:00.000-07:00

lazy afternoon primary sketch

2011-07-18T09:47:00.000-07:00

guess who

tomorrow's wars

2011-07-18T09:38:00.001-07:00

she is a thing of beauty circa 1963

2011-07-12T18:23:00.000-07:00

restoration and recreation

2011-07-10T19:48:00.000-07:00

aceite de O==liva

2011-07-10T19:39:00.001-07:00

mariner belt

2011-07-10T19:33:00.000-07:00

Atlantic coast space travel

2011-06-15T15:31:00.000-07:00

the smell of spring

2011-03-30T22:57:00.000-07:00

He told me about the cigarettes, about the men in leather jackets and boots, about how they lived. They knew all the chemicals to put in your body, to make your world a little happier and your life a little shorter. I didn't believe it when he told me they owned guns that they didn't use and had money that they abused but never lost. Guns were always shot, people owned them and used then on a daily basis killing both enemies and friends. Money, when someone had it, never stayed for long. It always disappeared, no one had felt rich in many years. But these men, could they actually pass the corruption humanity had placed on itself? I didn't believe it until I experienced it.

we would always do that

2011-03-30T22:48:00.000-07:00

Team Legpit under Colonel Meanie

2010-03-21T14:11:00.000-07:00

Daytime, shout it out in the nightime

2010-03-21T14:01:00.000-07:00

Spider webs all up in your brain

2010-03-07T19:36:00.000-08:00

Humanities Teacher

2010-03-02T21:42:00.000-08:00

A tribute to my awesome humanities teacher

To pay at a later time

2010-03-02T19:48:00.000-08:00

Beautiful Civil War mugshots of Lewis Powell, failed assasin of Lincoln assasination conspiracy, right before his hanging, by Alexander Gardner

Summer Days, Gone to Imagination

Shaking dove nor spring doe can run
Across such land of force and beauty
As on your willing face, the turning sun
With the burn greater than cruelty
As the sun’s warmth folds under white brim sea
Shadows bleeding across waves of blue and grey
Your honest eyes beg the hardest plea
For they drain with the cutting of lost day
Deepest are your breaking blood filled wounds
As the falling sands rise under crashing foam
Man cannot mold metal sharp as the moon
Never brilliant as the lost days where sun shown
But still the failing memories of sun’s warmth keep
Silent under man’s infinite changing sleep

French Roast Rouch

2010-02-23T22:20:00.000-08:00

Get get money, yo

2010-02-14T20:05:00.000-08:00

Unfinished

2010-02-14T19:57:00.001-08:00

Love then was depthless bliss more real than life
The things one could never see burning deep
Through the ageless burdens and countless strife
Oh how we gave time to the weeping sleep
But love time is false and cruel delegating age
Birthing demons from the time we spent awake
Our minutes merits grow not like thyme, sage
But dies as the brutal rose life, sun take
Wild is not my spirit my words not love
Your eyes nothing but organs my hair dead
Do not romanticize me floating dove
We are not to grow love never to wed
But if life is my labor that I shan’t flea
Through life’s dirt and hate I want you and me

Thou love

2010-02-14T19:51:00.000-08:00

ps. scanner sucks! yo

In 700 miles you can hear

2010-02-03T20:35:00.000-08:00

I need a fix

2010-02-03T16:08:00.000-08:00

Don't trust the movies

2010-02-02T21:54:00.000-08:00

Math Notes

2010-02-02T19:15:00.000-08:00

Unfinished

2010-02-01T22:07:00.000-08:00

Devil shadow

2010-02-01T19:10:00.000-08:00

moving stark legs pulsing blue vains
stretching down me over red thread
belly up down breaking back sound
ribcage filled with agony, dark pain
heavy heart falls stomach weak crawls
puddle breaks feet shallow blue rain

Untitled3

2010-02-01T19:04:00.000-08:00

Unfinished

2010-01-31T08:35:00.000-08:00

Unfinished

2010-01-28T23:06:00.000-08:00

golden Blue

2010-01-27T22:58:00.000-08:00

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd,
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
-Lord Byron

See how they run

2010-01-27T20:46:00.000-08:00

So much for intellectual incentive

2010-01-25T18:30:00.000-08:00

Saucy window view

2010-01-15T16:45:00.000-08:00

Six arms in my eyes

2010-01-08T19:49:00.000-08:00

2010: Second Post

2010-01-02T13:47:00.000-08:00

Untamoinen still is living,
Unmolested roams the wicked,
Unavenged my father's grievance,
Unavenged my mother's tortures,
Unavenged the wrongs I suffer
- The Kalevala

Night songdweller

2010-01-02T13:36:00.000-08:00

Thus return at last a victor
To the forest home of Louhi,
To the joy of all her daughters,
To the wood-nymph's happy fireside
-The Kalevala

Untitled

2009-12-27T11:18:00.000-08:00

From the whirlpools of the deep-sea, From the bottomless abysses, Where the sunshine never enters, Where the moonlight never visits, And the sands are never troubled
-The Kalevala

Summer child in Winter

2009-12-25T22:16:00.000-08:00

sorry i've been keep postin' these few days, it's Christmas, got no muse and nothing to do, cheers wintery folk

Duck lamb

2009-12-25T22:13:00.000-08:00

pin and decorative mass

Lime stoners

2009-12-25T16:56:00.000-08:00

Rock face and two pieces of pottery

We all bought puppets; Christmas gift outfit

2009-12-25T15:45:00.000-08:00

Christmas wizard pendant child

2009-12-25T10:57:00.000-08:00

Awesome Christmas present with magical powers

voodoo mama jambalaya

2009-12-25T10:53:00.000-08:00

talentless sock paper man whore

2009-12-25T10:48:00.000-08:00

evEs blues

2009-12-24T14:24:00.000-08:00

Late night ramblings

2009-12-23T23:31:00.000-08:00

Never did we parting

Though age childhood’s door step

Torture sin’s brow further nor we

breaking joy’s lyre, commit no sin

Justice was crime, details print the mud

Murder sung soft drowned by screams

Robbery’s rich screams committed the air

Humor me art, justice your muse

Sinful art world painted by whores

Robbery, though crime, nothing to death

Replied art’s voice, humble in pride

Justice speaks low, money speaks loud

Leaving

2009-12-09T15:31:00.000-08:00

Austin to Glasgow

2009-12-09T15:21:00.000-08:00

Leaves in Ice

2009-12-08T19:54:00.000-08:00

Feathers, feathers across the ever snow
scattering to find the woman, who lost them long ago
she might be your lover
and I might be your friend
but lovers you know, they come and they go
but friends last till the end

Yo quiero Taco

2009-12-08T16:42:00.000-08:00

You're Never Going Home

2009-12-08T16:36:00.000-08:00

Then suddenly the windows break
your heart aches but none can hear
you drink you life away in a lake of tears

Tease the Man 3

2009-12-07T16:34:00.000-08:00

Sketching on the bus

Tease the Man 2

2009-12-07T16:21:00.000-08:00

Sketching on the bus

Tease the Man

2009-12-07T16:20:00.000-08:00

Sketchings on the bus

October Grain

2009-10-06T15:45:00.000-07:00

Hello Fall

The iliad is bloody

2009-09-12T23:16:00.000-07:00

Oh god....haha...it looks better in person...I think..stupid scanner...
well its an english project for the Iliad....

For Malena

2009-08-19T22:32:00.000-07:00

so Malena posted on her wonderful blog www.crowdedfireblog.blogspot.com ten revealing things, so, I like her will reveal myself..please don't get scared!

1. I'm terrified of fleece, I can't think about it, see it, or hear it mentioned without having a shock go down my back. It's because when I was little I used to chew fleece dolls and it felt weird on my teeth.

2. Early on in elementary school I was a total player. I had crushes on; John Reid, Miles Kruppa, Adam Begg, Chi Whitley (this was mutual for a day because he asked me out), and Jack Ervin among others.

3. In my late elementary years I lived a fantasy life with my friends called the Purples. I was the queen of the purples, my friend Faron was my daughter, and my friends Jack Ervin and Adam Begg competed for my hand in marriage.As I remember Jack was the king of the Pumpkinseeds, the evil people in my fantasy land.

4. I was in ballet for about 9 years, whenever we had a show I would always try to get in-front of everyone else, make my leaps larger, and generally try to stand out. I was a total diva!

5. I've always wanted to start a company to sell herbal skin and bath treatments and sell them at whatever school I'm at.

6. I want to start a guerrilla gardeners group but I'm scared no one will join or we wouldn't get anything done.

7. I feel like the next three years will be a waste of my life...wow...thats really depressing..:(

8. I've always wanted to be an artist, but as we all no you don't get a lot of money and I've always been put down in terms of that career.

9. I absolutely love cats, when I was younger I used to buy clothing just for the picture of the cat on it.

10. I love the good old 2D Disney movies! they were beautiful and had awesome music. I hate how now all the Disney corporation cares about is commercialism and it's Disney Channel crap. I think if Walt Disney was still alive he would hate what Disney is now about!

Pictures and Flowers

2009-08-19T14:22:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of me with a picture of Andy Warhol by Richard Avedon

F*** I can't scan the whole picture

This is a collage I made after getting grumpy over this other collage I'm doing for my art class

Two nights with my lover paint

2009-08-06T22:34:00.000-07:00

For the past two nights I have been painting, this is what I have given birth to. It doesn't look so great because I took a photo of it with photo booth and the light in my room is crappy. Besides that please enjoy.

Hey y'all, I know fashion blogging is all the rave but, I have to face it...I don't have good clothes. But I should follow y'all young folk's trends so here is my fashion: a.) these boots define me, they are my life and my babies b.) this is my pastel color casual clothes c.) this is my sexy mama clothes, or as my mom says; "Prostituta!" clothes

The colour will want in

2009-07-28T21:42:00.000-07:00

The putrid wood cracked and snared beneath my feet

Like a beast's blood pumping through veins, or through the city's abandoned streets

The people around me are dull and disfigured

their bodies tearing away from the creatures already infesting their cells

we are on a train

are bloated bellies and weightless pockets couldn't fit inside,

nor could are minds and will scrape money from the under belly of society to allow passage into the interior of the train

the man across from me had money,

he dealt it, like cards

investing in lies and men with greed and money

Now he is here

reaping in his achievements

sitting in his own urine

This isn't his life

and neither is it mine

I had success

though I was a nobody I had people and my own deceiving conscious telling me I was somebody

it didn't matter that I could never be a legend

I had Money, a House ,Friends, and Power

Then I took a trip

with no passengers and no conductors

with no contacts or friends

I was alone even my filthy conscious had left me

Left ME and my rotting mind

2009-07-22T21:16:00.000-07:00

This is the covor for a book that I made...for myself

Wizards and Shamans

2009-07-22T16:59:00.000-07:00

Hello, I haven't posted anything in a while which makes me feel like a piece of poo. HELLO! I've wasted my whole summer and I haven't even made the effort to waste it blogging! Well today I decided to do a little research on who MY PEOPLE (meaning finnish people) are. It seems like they were very into shamanism...cool...and there were lots of shamans in Finland..also cool. Also..to tie in with the shamanism...the Norse people thought that Finnish people were WIZARDS!! HEYHEYHEY! Anyways, thats all very cool, I always felt I had a little shaman/wizard in me.

I believe these are two Finnish shamans fighting, from the Kalevala

Mi Familia!

2009-07-01T01:36:00.000-07:00

Here is a collage of the many faces of my grandma, click on it to get the full experience

(Abuela te amo)

The angry cat doth mew

2009-06-17T20:49:00.000-07:00

A rose in death is a rip in my sheet of paper

2009-06-17T20:35:00.000-07:00

The girl with the shirt and the long black hair

2009-06-17T20:31:00.000-07:00

A misshapen toe becomes a star after overdosing

2009-06-17T20:29:00.000-07:00

A man with a lit cigarette contemplates murdering a poodle

2009-06-17T20:06:00.000-07:00

The icon in mink fur

2009-06-17T19:57:00.000-07:00

Perfection

Girl with eyebrows exceeding the frame of her gentle yet malnutritioned face

2009-06-17T19:53:00.000-07:00

I find this terrifying

The form of Human

2009-06-17T19:49:00.000-07:00

I find beauty in the misshapen form

Scottish man in a kilt at the subway

2009-06-17T19:42:00.000-07:00

You reason through hate
your mind is explaining to yourself why the world is so twisted and cruel though anger and disappointment, and genuine hate. Could you see yourself in any other eyes?
pull back yourself, pull back all the lies, the truths, and the arguments you have presented yourself.
Loose them, take them away from your mind, find yourself, and cleanse yourself
not by faith in hatred but in faith of humanity, yourself, and of the universe.
The universe, so big and incomplete that you, the individual, the complete person should not matter.
Though this mindset may please your logic and self it does not satisfy the craving to endeavour to complete your curiosity.
It is a drain of life to live in doubt of self and universe.
And to drain oneself is to drain the whole, in a complete loss of thought through drain of one.