It’s hard to believe because I’ve been saying it for so long but my camera is dead. I thought I would relive her better days with a series of highlights from her fading lens… I’m also attempting analog photography soon as I have many film cameras that are gathering dust! [Above] Advertisement found on the […]
1. The Colorful Girl (inspired by Mark Crilley innocent girl drawing) 2. Cat Trio (Wasabi, Kikkoman, Trouble, abstract) 3. Halfway Filled in Girl (inspired by Mark Crilley male/female shoe tutorial) 4. Grey Cat (Kikkoman, life drawing) 5. Purple Mountain Tunnel Man (abstract/perspective study) 6. Thinking Girl Outline (inspired by Mark Crilley sitting pose, unfinished*) 7. […]
I started my novel. 3,286 words completed, 46,714 remaining… not bad for day 1! If you want to preview/proofread for me later in the month let me know, I will need it! I will be posting the link for the novel blog this week once it is spiffed up a bit. For now, please enjoy […]
Check out more amazing shots of this green fellow! I also posted an extended gallery at my photo blog: PHOTOGRAPHIC NOVEL Please leave comments on any posts or suggest things for me to take pictures of/write about! I like to think I have an eye for capturing ordinary things in an extraordinary way. As always, […]
edited version of Mid-Nite Conquests Other-worldly dreams keep me at peace pressing lips, familiar amalgamations possess piercing and forgettable eyes. It seems as though appearances are constantly changing, a million copies of his face. Some of these strangers resemble neighborhood boys playing with bright plastic toys.
Just the title to a song, a song that’s going on. Today, heat is here, and I’m alone for time unknown. Stop typing, head over pen, writing’s dead. Way to change, sell your shit or be next in line to lose an eye…
Sketchers pound erratically on uneven stairs that I take at top speed, flashing a jagged key, twisting an oval knob, heart racing past a pile of summer shoes. I bolt the door behind me and instantly remember a dream I had when my bedroom overlooked Broadway Street. I heard a creature snarling under the porch. […]
Am I going insane or just walking around half-asleep again? I hear clowns or something more sinister laughing from the closet. I throw my cat-pillow but she is heavier than I remember so she lands close enough to encircle my head again. I see a familiar number on the loud buzzing face, I can’t ignore […]