My roommate Julie lying on the floor dreaming about her boyfriend Erik
Monday, April 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
poempost #1
What Have You Gone, Where Have You Done
I have walked a traveled road
foot-stamped sidewalks in dirty snow
restless reminders of a city's woe
we miss the trees,
we miss our homes.
I cleanse my veins
and put truth below
another time for another woe
crisis cries and studies show:
love and justice are at
an all-time low.
I scream and put it in a box
for those to open and if not,
Pandora keeps it under locks
though it'd be best if you forgot
passive-aggressive certainly we
agree that I will never be
assertive with agility,
depth,
eloquence,
and humility.
Missile magnets draw near
shouting into windowed veneer
words and words and words and words
"Hear me!" shouts Timidity.
Blunder upon blunder
Slit and dripped over every wrist
a hunger for regret
and a taste for forgiveness
Live long and die forever
the promises of fear:
death isn't that exciting
until sorrow makes it near.
I have walked a traveled road
foot-stamped sidewalks in dirty snow
restless reminders of a city's woe
we miss the trees,
we miss our homes.
I cleanse my veins
and put truth below
another time for another woe
crisis cries and studies show:
love and justice are at
an all-time low.
I scream and put it in a box
for those to open and if not,
Pandora keeps it under locks
though it'd be best if you forgot
passive-aggressive certainly we
agree that I will never be
assertive with agility,
depth,
eloquence,
and humility.
Missile magnets draw near
shouting into windowed veneer
words and words and words and words
"Hear me!" shouts Timidity.
Blunder upon blunder
Slit and dripped over every wrist
a hunger for regret
and a taste for forgiveness
Live long and die forever
the promises of fear:
death isn't that exciting
until sorrow makes it near.
Monday, January 26, 2009
artpost #25
"Don't cut me down.
I'm just a dream behind."
This piece is from 2004. It is a reflection on my 2003 hospitalization; a struggle to grow from and get over the past. Before I was hospitalized, I hallucinated words in tree branches. The "butterfly" needle is a type of needle used to draw blood. I had a traumatic experience with fainting upon getting my blood drawn on the first day of my hospitalization. I spent three months in a psychiatric ward for acute psychosis at age 15.
The branches read: "I WILL FIND MY WAY"
Charcoal, 18" x 24"
artpost #24
Some high school era stuff. These are from 2006.
An assignment from Senior year of High School. Choose an artist and paint a self-portrait in the style of that artist. I chose Frida Kahlo. I used her jungle backgrounds, monkeys and her necklace of thorns as symbols in my piece.
A scene from my old writing game, Aphotica. Original characters by me and my friend Sirose. Mouse-drawn in Adobe Photoshop Elements. In the scene, Miraye berates Tic for wanting to give himself up to arrest, after she fought so hard to save him.
Beetle photo. I used to take a lot of long walks by myself down the roads of my suburban town. I met a friend.
An assignment from Senior year of High School. Choose an artist and paint a self-portrait in the style of that artist. I chose Frida Kahlo. I used her jungle backgrounds, monkeys and her necklace of thorns as symbols in my piece.
A scene from my old writing game, Aphotica. Original characters by me and my friend Sirose. Mouse-drawn in Adobe Photoshop Elements. In the scene, Miraye berates Tic for wanting to give himself up to arrest, after she fought so hard to save him.
Beetle photo. I used to take a lot of long walks by myself down the roads of my suburban town. I met a friend.
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