"Our meeting, without any reason. The divine change of season, not in passing, but submissively intertwined." Mediums: Pen, color pencil, marker.
This happens to depict an adventure I haven't yet had. An unfounded desire to touch the chilled waters of Iceland. Lush in its verdant landscape and isolated by a glacier barricade reminiscent of the rim of a crystal punch bowl. To look up at the sun and know it gently. That is what I seek. As one who hasn't left the country, my thoughts meander to the existence of Leif Erikson, what it must've been like to take to the choppy seas in search of, well, anything, at the risk of everything. ...this is beginning to sound like a "Visit Iceland," ad, apologizes.
"Pacifism & High Praise," there's no place for me in this growing world, what I knew, no longer is. Mediums: Pen, marker, color pencils, Photoshop.
"The fork in the road is a knife to the heart." Mediums: Pen, color pencil, marker, color corrected digitally.
A crusty cup properly placed in a handicap space, and a line gathered round for the illuminant burger. Praise be to meat and cheese.
"9-5 it's so simple..." Mediums: Pen, color pencils, marker.
Must you be so cold? Turned away at sight of me, too transparent, displayed opaque. Forceful love, unrelenting in allowing you to slip away. So, you solidified to ice, in my grasp, but piercing, touch tormenting. It's clear now, I see.
"Last week of care, any notable effort, but the freedom of an early summer isn't so satisfying. Days are melting into chocolate fondue. Coating my brain in an unconscious time cavity. Decay from a source not that sweet." Mediums: Pen, color pencil, marker.
"Hands that gravitate to a malleable object, clay that is flesh, flesh that is pressed. The contents that spew are from none other than you." Mediums: Pen, pencil, color pencils, color corrected digitally.
"Claim a mind, you have their body." Medium: Digital
"The stars are my entertainers. Dancing in liquid footsteps, one over the other, without fear of constraint." Mediums: Pen, Paint.
"I prayed to God for an answer but refused to receive what was given. Knowing the truth well, but choosing to see through my smoke screen." Mediums: Pen, pencil, marker, color corrected digitally.
"In defending your honor, I destroyed my self-respect. Stooping to a lowly creature with no form, no name. What will become of me, I ask for forgiveness." Mediums: Pen, pencil, marker, color edited digitally.
"Our apathetic heroine, the saturated city surfer, the girl from Goop-de-Galax!" Medium: Pen, color pencil.
"A convivial cut away from this world, but perhaps a more milder melting into nothing. This is an unoffensive exit." Mediums: Pen, paint, marker
"The Orchids speak of me staying, dependent, in need of standing stems to the sun." Mediums: pen and pencil, color edited digitally.
"There's a vacant patterned seat, it draws me near so that you might not sit alone. But...the feast at this table was not for me, never, just for you in that insatiable appetite to see it rot among the flies." Mediums: Pen, pencil, color corrected digitally.
This illustration depicts a Mother and her star child, silently wishing it goodbye. There's a life before this one, somewhere in the heavens. Up there we knew our mission, how our destiny would unfold and what love and grievances this world would gift unto us. I wonder if we kick and scream before we are made flesh, missing a divine we'd have to forget...or if stoicism takes hold, and we leave without a word, fading into a feeble mind.
A handful of art pieces that made it out alive from the brief case beneath my bed. There will always be more to add, to say, but as they are, untouched from the time in which I needed them most. A statement that I have existed, whether bright or painful.