Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Green Cursor Ghost:You hover on my every word
Burning into my eyes
like a brand they singe on the forehead of a despicable animal.

Despicable Animal:
And so he lives
In the blood splattered back yard
In my bank account
and I touch him with clean hands

He feeds on the remains of my apathy and empathy battling it out
on a grey brain landscape.
With brassy, oily fingers- paralyzed to any worthwhile movement,
he trembles with urges that he controls too well.
He has a tongue that can sing sweet verses but chooses not to like a stubborn toddler
in a bathtub of syrup.
Feet plump and soft, toes curl away from the ground and up his spine.
He's forgotten how to move.

Monday, May 11, 2009


still unfinished at this point

the real deal

Friday, January 16, 2009

Senior Thesis: The Masquerade

School Art

Oil on Canvas

Road to Saqqarah
Oil on canvas

Still Life #1
Oil on canvas

Still Life #2
Oil on canvas

Self Portrait
Oil on canvas

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

DOLLZ 4 sale

i found these jems. i love colorful creepy crap. thats what i love.