Fools rush in

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Ball point

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Music: Russian Circles.

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Sunrise and water

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Pencil

So I’m awake, it’s the middle of the night and I wonder allowed at what point does stress become unhealthy?

When you can’t sleep…

Ugh
So drawing is what I do and listen to some music, cranked in a set of head phones and draw weird pictures.

My pencil knew what to do
Like usual it finds its way

She rises out of the ocean like the sun
But you’re supposed to stay away
And be wary of the words that flow
And the strangest things they say
Her hair breaths like the spring
And her lips wet with fresh dew
Her fingers are the branches
And her eyes burn you through
Water alive and rising flow free
Rays spread new day
And set the souls free
But she’s floating
And drifting
And leaving
Me

Sigh
The water
The bright sun
Ghost of the memory
Burned like a brand a scar remember
And across the day
And into the night
Alone the edges
It’s all right
Stranger then never
And again alone
If your heart is full
Where is it home?

The ocean will swallow her again
She just fades and goes
We dream like babies and smile
Like lovers we weep and let go
My fingers stretch out to touch
But like a fantasy can’t hold
The water rises to meet her
And into it she goes
She smiles below the surface
Her hair drifts and sways
Her eyes close
Her head goes back
Into the night
She
Goes.

Music: if these trees could talk

Eating blue

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Marker

Thanks for watching through squinted eye’ve been negligent not prolific seems summer is a busy time and art suffers is life changes for the better and there needs be made a room a space for things as new things and other things and and and here it is and hoping the routine returns cause this fulfilling and peaceful like a cloud floating in a night sky blotching stars and the moon shines fresh like the morning dew sun reflecting off the grass of every blade painting with a drop of rainbow and maybe if you look hard a pot of gold maybe and maybe you won’t be blue or sad or lonely and you will eat the blue the color will come back and you will be an expression of person standing all alone on a room full of full engages persons with a pen or a brush or a song

No music tonight.

Nude

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Oil pastel.

I was looking at the time, and like usual it’s a lot later then I actually want to be up. I had a pose in my head, but I limited the time I could spend on this drawing.

The figure I wanted didn’t work so I did this one instead. I limited myself to 10 minutes. So two bad sketches and then this one all done in time.

Turned out ok, a little fake looking somewhere between a cartoon and real life.

Music: Natalie Maines ‘mother’