A Week in Art VI

Sigh. I think there's a bit of genius in discovering new words and never using them, privately defining moments and allowing them to publicly fabricate in an ambiguous and possibly pretentious manner, and falling head-over-heels in love with it all.

Everyone is an artist, even if only a select few of us fall in love with it. Everyone is a writer, and only when you pencil in your thoughts, you'll realize their fleeting nature. We made machines in our likeness, and this was more than coincidence. When you're feeling fatigued, by all means, rest your head. But don't. stop. making. art.

Sketches and things to round out the week (or two)...


Too much control, too much control, too much control. If you ever wondered why, this is why. If you ever wondered why, this is why. If you ever wondered why.