I know it can be improved upon, but I do a lot of portrait and mural commissions.  I'm getting more painting commissions, as well.  Eventually, I hope to have a photo-realistic style in the portraits.  The murals will take a bit longer, as I'm much better with drawing media than with paint and brush.


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I want to leave a legacy of truth, beauty, and brutal honesty, tempered with love.


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This, my death, my slow suicide, my lingering pain. I know not why the dark remains, ever at the periphery of my vision. I have life, abundant and eternal. This is knowledge, wisdom, but it does not make itself felt. Not in the slightest. I live and die inside of myself. I grow and decay in the dark of the soul. This flesh entraps me, and my ( Read more... )

That I am unable to leave this journal be for the night... *Sigh*

I will go through some of my old journals and write them here. It appears to be the pattern of action today.

In PainI tear my eyes from out my face ( Read more... )

I am back... in the hole again. Life is a series of strifes and disappointments. An exercise in futility for anything other than death and destruction. Life is nothing more than preparation for death. An endless parade of missed opportunity, unexpected detours, darkness, and pain. Everyone, and everything, in this life is going to fail you. ( Read more... )

Here I am. Sitting in front of this blasted box, in the cold glow of the monitor... Siouxsie sings into my ears. Apparently, she is spellbound, as am I. Too much to do, not enough inspiration... or maybe too much inspiration. Is there truly a difference? To live, to breathe... to love, to live. This seems like it should be the easy part, but ( Read more... )

The previous journal entries are actually posted in reverse order from that which I wrote them. And now for something new...


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Can you tell that I'm bored?

The LoveA person dancing, twisting his head around to see the sunlight streaming in through the windows of the soul. Wild hair flying around a laughing face, loving space. Quick dark eyes searching the rain for a sign of its stopping, finding none and at peace with the dampness of the air. The clouds are throwing ( Read more... )

She Sleeps...She sleeps... in mindless quiet ( Read more... )

After the LossSuch a beautiful mind, beautiful voice, beautiful face ( Read more... )