THREE DEAD BIRDS

Fragile, delicate, poor little things.

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The Maharani whose body is covered with fine hair meditates in the emerald light.

UNFINISHED

I started this drawing of a peculiar girl and her dog, after investing quite a generous length of time in it I've arrived at the opinion that I don't really enjoy it all that much [fickle is the mind, or the mindless]. So I'm going to leave her to her unconcluded end and go onwards to the next drawing ✞

INK HEAD

I’ve been trying out using inks to make some hyper-realistic portraits…these are the results…convincing no?

I enjoy the results..indefinate and kaleidoscopic.

CYCLOPS

Beautiful colours.

THE BIRTH OF CRISIS

Climb the fences and open the gate
Cover life with leaves
The taste of soil between teeth
Searching at the top of trees.
Read a hundred beautiful books and throw them into the fire.
Soon it’ll be a joke like Pluto.
Put on something pretty
And go to the burning city.
Forgive the dog for shitting on the grave because he was a best friend for a long time.
The birds are planning a reprisal against the cat, they look serious.
Aching hands and jaws
Bloodshot eyes,
Not knowing how some people do it
Marching, drumming, clapping
Banners and flags occupying the streets, obsessing over life and hallelujahs
Running, racing for love.
You threw yourself into the lake
Setting the fish into a frenzy
Swimming in the mystery
Through monstrosities and monsters.

DISTRICT

Lice crawling through your young hair
What happened to you?
Find your name
Let me bathe your feet.
Breathe through the saliva in my mouth
Gently, slowly.
Outside effigies are burning in public parks
Rats run across the street
The sky looks like it does when it’s angry
Its burning.
Mountains are falling down
Water levels reaching up to our necks
Above our heads.
A thousand people, even more
Singing, crying,
Writhing with life in the shadows.
The hunter is chasing the horizon
Dark hair and dark eyes
Maggots in the mouths of fish,
Myths dying in the eyes of birds.

WORK IN PROGRESS...

A section from a drawing I’m working on at the moment, I’ve never drawn grass before, again nature serves as continuous inspiration.

FINALLY FINISHED

I finally finished a couple of drawings that have been lingering around for a while. I sometimes have the failing tendency to leave things unfinished, whether reading a book, apathetically cleaning, or drawing...My life is bursting with half-finished things, perhaps my dinner is the only exception. This is a habit I’m trying to shake off…as the proverb goes ‘It is better not to begin than, having begun, leave unfinished’ (don't we all love a good proverb!).

WHO SPITS AGAINST THE WIND, FOULS HIS BEARD