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

3 CRITICS

still unfinished at this point


the real deal

Friday, January 16, 2009

Senior Thesis: The Masquerade

School Art

Reflection
Oil on Canvas
2004




Road to Saqqarah
Oil on canvas
2005




Still Life #1
Oil on canvas
2004




Still Life #2
Oil on canvas
2004




Self Portrait
Oil on canvas
2005

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

DOLLZ 4 sale






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