I. I wish to paint you as soon as this song is over, my collection always has something to offer. I just thought it might impress you, only with you though, only with you. I bought you a kitty yesterday, and here’s to hoping you’ll call me anytime now. The bones in my fingers are broken from crossing them.
II. The magnitude of this, well, it just can’t get any better. I revel in my thirst, you are desirable and this is magic for the nonbelievers. You smile, I want to dance. You deserve good, I want to deliver. You are more to me than definitions allow, and I can be anywhere with what you do for me.
III. Our voices were lost over the course of this untwisted telephone line, and my foolishness has left me heartbroken. We reached places of thought I could have never reached alone, and now I sit alone. I think of you more than I should, can I see you?
IV. I like what you’ve done with your hair. I’m embarrassed, tell me your stories.
There’s no place in my life for you.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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.
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.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
A Week in Art V
Sunday, April 5, 2009
A Week in Art IV
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