Class finished. I already miss Martin Tagseth. The Hartford Art School could use a hardened motherfucker like him. You know, to rock out with his cock out ( Read more... )

Class is going well, in the final leg of it. Time to fire ( Read more... )

This isn't an update. This is a heads up ( Read more... )

Three Rules ( Read more... )

This has been one crazy motherfuck of a day ( Read more... )

It's amazing what you can learn in 15 minutes. A half hour spent doodling. And a helluva lot of free time to think of it.


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I'm in the eye of the storm right now ( Read more... )

Radio silence. It happens, things have been wildly, violently, and wonderfully busy with me ( Read more... )

There's something that really pisses me off. The stupid, these are my stupid feelings, everyone I know, and many I don't, please read all about my stupid inner workings that honestly you couldn't give less of a shit about. The kind of crap that the author should just write on a piece of scrap and later burn when they are done gushing about this ( Read more... )

I am only being held together by Cigarettes and Art these days. Oddly, the two sustain eachother. I create art, but in order to keep level headed and calm during 14 hour days I must have cigarettes. Likewise, I smoke far and away the most while I work on art. Art gives me cigarettes and cigarettes give me art ( Read more... )