I feel torn between the peace of religion and the extremities that thrive on poisonous sap weeping from trees .. like pesticides over organic matter; suffocating any chance for pure freedom and will. I feel sad for those trapped beneath the soil never growing beyond the state of being a seed.. trampled over and […]
nerves pounding like drums under burning humidity empty with nothing.. imploding into everything that once was crumbling through time into the past, torn and ripped into the present.. internally I return to a place that I visit every day .. strange comfort in a land so far away yet so close to home. I am […]
why do I draw blood, taste sweat and breathe sand.. drawings that are not politically correct.. but I feel restless .. i am tired of being safe why not let some anger out on to paper anger that i just don’t understand.. i want to draw but feel confused about the things I want to […]
I feel a strange veil of calm wrap around my body telling me that I did not belong where I had once stood. I feel a separation- internally slipping between reality and what I remember. The sense of time is built into thick walls of mud, memories fragmented and lost in the dried cracks
I feel like warm stone with a heart beat and sad eyes my tongue disconnected from the sand and crawling fields of marijuana, opium and grapes pulsating green against dull beige irrigation systems controlled with garbage clogged with mud I remember- but memories can fail .. suppertime was the sound of a rocket detonating off […]
red sand, green sand, black sand and white sand ripped cloth tied to sticks hanging over piles of rock and bone left for winds exposing flesh drifting beige sands flow over mounds like silk slips over smooth vulnerable legs
a past. a present. and waiting on the air you breathe, childlike drawings, incorporated with extreme catastrophe.. images that are hard to accept. the ability to draw the raw, vulgar, grotesque disaster around death through a child’s eye I envy the freedom that I try to expose my self to in order to unleash the […]
if I feel anything – I feel something pulling me back there an emptiness I want filled.. though my stomach senses the immanent threats of danger, shredded with gunfire I am lost in a trail of dust.. I believe people are people who just want to be, who just want to live their lives grow […]
