finito

I took this flick under a dimmer light so the colors look warmer and more saturated than in the actual piece. Not only do I look like I have a migraine in this piece but it really was a pain figuring out how to bring together all the separate elements. It took me months to figure out what the hell I was doing since I started with a completely different idea. This process is exciting but it drives me nuts because I won't have a clue where I'm going until I'm about two thirds done. My hope is that one day I'm smart and capable enough to figure out the steps in my head... (as in a chess game) and avoid unnecessary mental stress and thinking I'm better off burning a piece than finishing it. But... this is life...and I'm thankful and lucky to be able to to manifest my thoughts.

waiting for the eye of Horus

this is a funky snapshot of a painting slowly manifesting itself... I'll be more descriptive once I'm done

identity

this woman

has really nice features... I was seduced...so I HAD to draw her! I love cheap ass ballpoint pens

life and death

greenstance

QUAIL DREG LYRICS Music: Power Douglas

QUAIL DREG (featuring Tunde Adebimpe of TV on the Radio)

clutching this transient dungaree shamshir in the mammalian dominion

pre.teen cougars panting for me

visceral breathing free clamor at brook, to cleanse this cobra flesh delirium ashes egalitarian ground soot

i must talk to the oak

it clashes with cathedrals and electrical behavior,fetal swans kodiak hunt for strangers

howling at the motherfuckin sun under miniscus dark banter came the burial for the wanderers

tonight i climb a conifer!

watch for the breeds tracing my cabin built on the covenant that i'll return to my engines and wine

i am

this splint here is lacquered in blood

when i weep i'm more fierce

binary love solomon them two

my hands gnaw a catacomb in the ravine soil down the waterflask

and oats remain cool the fangs of appalachian gust, i duel

cintaurs nest by yonder ridge, we trade stonemachines for figs

now i know man is younger than the moon

beige dingos whimper patriarchal strife

exuberant canyons snatched my wife

after the carpentry of clouds the heart is fertile

now i know man is younger than the moon

binary love solomon them in two

scribed and diagonally pierced by furor thin, new halogen burned by tunde adebimpe

copywritten and pantherism enforced

Namaste

Yuki as dkem e nostro meeslsidixome diken yoru en cuanto assarishita neifarke tem ask assarishita kiyu-zu sarukan charaista nematis ka ala q state va faqurishdego ifkramen eker istremeacledeh ekna stakita