Friday, March 20, 2009


These are moist times we live in.
If things don't implode - they melt.
One way or another, everything gets wet.
Ashes to ashes; dust to pus.

One way or another, everything gets wet.
Salt, saliva, sperm, and sweat.

Though, more appropriately, I have been one Acquainted with the Night..
There are no stars in this town.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Dough eyes

Oh, how I wish dough faces and flat chests were still desirable or at least in style. I'd be the bell of the ball!
I'm surprised I haven't had dreams of my teeth falling out or turning to pulp yet. But the year is young..

Nina is pure doodle sunshine. Kate is a chess mancala WiZ. Vivi is chased by a slimer.
Note to self: Looking through more old sketchbooks; you like to draw things 'from life' as if they were melting.

Hello, sun.
I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Things inside

4x6 sketchbook I forgot about

9 23 '05 wow!

black shirt?

Assumably Caesar and Cleopatra

cat dispense

and soon again with Egan!

"Pick one!" Rhinestone Rubdown

On break.
Why, it's the most fascinating thing to just be floating around.