Smirk

Smile through the hard times...

This is what we do...

"In life we do things.
Some we wish we had never done.
Some we wish we could reply a million times in our heads.
But they all make us who we are.
And in the end they shape every detail about us.
If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are
So just live.
Make mistakes,
Have wonderful memories.
But never second guess who you are.
Where you've been,
And most importantly,
Where it is you are going."

"This is what we do. This is what people do, they stay alive for each other."

On Tuesdays we wear charcoal...

Tuesdays are for art projects and pizza x...

Flower Child

Finger Painting

trying out paint program but via my new touch screen laptop...the next generation of finger painting 

One in the Same

Living down to earth,
she longs to see the sunrise.

I Breathe Rock

Rolling Stone
"A quivering state of waking nightmare.
There was no turning back.

Live,
Never Hide.

Rock:
Gentle Soul, Hard Living."

Surreal Self

a self portrait of sorts

Heart Calloused. Soul Free.

A heart shaped callous, occupies the darkest depths of my soul.

Shell of a Self

You will continue to struggle until you decide to be satisfied with life. The world is a beautiful place but at times we can manage to drain all color, all happiness out of ourselves til we are left with merely a shriveled up versions of what used to be, what potentially still lives. But nothing is forever, especially pain and sorrow, weakness is a tool to discover the strength to come (unseen and forgotten), and the only way we can find happiness; to be filled with unfiltered color and life, is to pull ourselves up and believe that there is always an alternative to what we see. Believe. Because you are who you want to be.
Not a predetermined void.

Falling Angel

My obsession with eyes and charcoal is very real.

I Am #Human

I live life not sure of which side I am - not to say I need pity just someone to give me a chance

to escape

discovering the real me

the past fuels my future

hopefully for the better - but the only thing I’m sure of 

is I’m unsure

the ones I love were lost to the same demons I face

I go through life keeping quiet as if I have no right - no right to tell them all about how you chose to leave

unjustified

I saw you yesterday - well I guess I woke up from the dream today - it all too real now I’m in the true life and it all feels just surreal

Do I still feel?

Hands on my chest - knowing that I’ve tried my best

it’s been this way from the start --- just got used to falling apart

I will survive

your life will not be lost in vain - my bruises will fade - along with the pain

the day will come - that I no longer feel the need - to hide behind hardened hands stopping me

from letting those around me to even attempt to understand

there’s no room for the weak in this wicked world - but is true strength recognizing at some point ill need to open up and confess - what been weighing my shoulders down

suppressed

I am strong - just at times thoughts all rush in as waves

no amount of gestures - will make them vanish or run away - swimming parallel with the rip tide - praying it all will fade

but even then when I escape do I never look back?

forgetting what brought me to this point in life - knowledge is power - and I’d rather split screen my shadows and light - rather than live the fallacy of unbeatable might

I am weak

I am vulnerable

I am human

I will succeed - I will be nothing like those who broke me

I will love who I become 

because that persons just me

and I’m irreplaceable.

Gone With the Wind

acrylic and watercolor over an old sketch

A Day in the Life: I Prefer the Term Hot Mess

Horrified Beauty.

Found this unfinished portrait...hopefully soon I'll feel up to getting my hands down and dirty to finish it, charcoal style.

Next year I'll be 19...

"Next year I'll be 19, And darker than ever." 

It means something to me, but interpret it how you want. 

I'm still excited that I got to finally finish this after being so busy I forgot about it, well that and the fact I managed to have two number caps (the first a 12 and last 19) in my "collection".

Turning, Turning, Turning

A sketch to pass the time from Detroit airport to SFO. It started as an upright face, but naturally I got bored and started turning it...now it's kinda a hot mess, but I like messes.

I Have A Secret.

"I have a secret. 

A quartet of second chances tell a great story of a plan for a better world. 

It was like throwing paint at a fan: the perfect escape, they were on the edge, forbidding and smug.

We have a big problem, our world is flooded with handsome devils. 

Take the lead, I promise to make you smile... 

'I've wasted a lot of your time.' 

Humans are hunted. Fight and fly high! And when you look at yourself, be satisfied. 
I survived, 
'I'm Alive.' 

After all, no regrets. 

Just Peace. 

These are my secrets."