the origin of beauty ( Read more... )

i guess it's a pretty fucked up, a world where even falling in love is material, but we get to call it art and move on with it. everything is "material." the good, the bad, the ugly, the beautiful. i suppose it's fair most artists are starving and incapable of holding down relationships/families. we're pretty sick.

it's like one week before NYC all over again.

i'm so sick of this.

they remind me to live.

at the same time they remind me of the inevitable.

it's such a mind fuck.

i need to make art with this.

because otherwise... what the fuck am i doing?

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In one week for a month I will only be hanging out with people either I've never met or haven't seen in 5-7 years.

WOAH!

I wonder if it's strange that titles come to me first before the actual drawing. There's an idea, a feel I get and a vague visual idea as well. Then the words just rush in ( Read more... )

a note for a friend.


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the doctor I saw myself climbing out through the driver seat window ( Read more... )