rage.
watercolor on paper.

rage.

watercolor on paper.

hidden.
colored pencils on paper.

hidden.

colored pencils on paper.

this thing

is still here?

nice.

i thought that, just like everything else, the moment i turned away from here, this website disappeared. but no. it didn’t. and that’s a problem. i wish it had disappeared. i wish things disappeared when i turned away from them. but since they don’t, this website, and the other things in my life that i refuse to conquer, deserve to be met head on so i can look myself in the mirror and know that i am the king of my hill. it’s the only way. from this moment on, i refuse to look over my shoulder in fear.

…maybe in like five minutes.

letting go.
acrylic on canvas.

letting go.

acrylic on canvas.

the watchtower.
oil on canvas.

the watchtower.

oil on canvas.

homecoming

not necessarily, but this whole thing about flying to the States and seeing all these people and the road signs and the left-sided steering wheels and the bacon-based foodstuffs, made me extremely nostalgic about the four years I spent in this country.

of course, these memories sit firmly behind rose-tinted glasses; i had a tumultuous time here. i was weird and uncomfortable in my skin and i hated every painter i came across and everything was so foreign and funny and the universe was incredibly odd.

of course, it later turned out that not fitting in is was the best thing to have ever happened to my art and i, because now i have enough frivolous money to blow in Vegas.

thedailydoodles:

“The Boy Who Died in His Sleep”
Jeremy tries to scream to force himself awake,He knows that even if this is all a dream, this is not fakeA portal to the Inter-Dimension has opened under his bedAnd it’s absorbing him whole, invading the dreams in his head.
The colours swarm all around, filling his entire brain’s sightSurrounded on all sides, Jeremy tries valiantly to put up a fightBut the Inter-Dimension can’t be fought with a tiny human fist,Since it fills the gaps between realities, and doesn’t really “exist”.
With each universe ever expanding, the Inter-Dimension has holesWhich it plugs by absorbing children, and stealing their soulsIf no sleeping boys died, the universe would cease to beA child’s death is needed to maintain the Fabric of Reality.
But when the morning comes, his mother will still weep For this night it was just Jeremy’s turn to die in his sleep.
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thedailydoodles:

“The Boy Who Died in His Sleep”

Jeremy tries to scream to force himself awake,
He knows that even if this is all a dream, this is not fake
A portal to the Inter-Dimension has opened under his bed
And it’s absorbing him whole, invading the dreams in his head.

The colours swarm all around, filling his entire brain’s sight
Surrounded on all sides, Jeremy tries valiantly to put up a fight
But the Inter-Dimension can’t be fought with a tiny human fist,
Since it fills the gaps between realities, and doesn’t really “exist”.

With each universe ever expanding, the Inter-Dimension has holes
Which it plugs by absorbing children, and stealing their souls
If no sleeping boys died, the universe would cease to be
A child’s death is needed to maintain the Fabric of Reality.

But when the morning comes, his mother will still weep
For this night it was just Jeremy’s turn to die in his sleep.

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hello

i’ve completed a 20 hour flight to the States for the first time in four years and have walked around Yale’s campus while eating fruits of the citrus variety.

felt like something i should possibly be blogging about.

so yeah.

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skiphursh:

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