blorp

stasis in darkness

major work is hard because i'm tryin to be me for everyone but i can't think for anyone else and i don't know what you see when you see me and that's all i know

and it's always gotta be small and simple well not always but what the hell is goin on if it's simple what does simple means what are details what is my face

2

scoop more

some brown stains on the back of my teeth

and no more money in my bank account

learnt how to optimise images for the monitor

can't stop

phil

old drawings from life drawing











sometimes i fight myself

i'm scared to start drawing because i don't know what my ideas look like

these are two of, i think, eight drawings i did for the previous previous post.

i don't own any of the stuff i make, they OWN ME

oh man this post has length get excited

i made some repeat patterns for an illustration class that i did some illustrations for. then i said i would make them into shirts. i would probably do this is i could, but i can't so i'm probably not ever going to. or whatever, who knows, buy it from me when i do!!!!!









there is a buttload of variety so you get to choose, depending on how intense a person you are!!!



the three patterns were based on the three last stanzas in katrina vandenberg's poem, tulipomania. and also the entire poem, really, and some of her other poems too. look, it's all free stuff. it's like cattle and an open gate. whatever, just take it. okay, what is this. what is a blog. what are words, who is talking, what are you doing

But aren’t you sorry you will never see
a tulip that would make you offer all
you own for the layered, translucent promise

in its brown paper wrapper? Aren’t you sorry
you never saw John Keats in his dressing gown,
scribbling an ode beneath his flowering plum,

will never know the ten thousand men with hemophilia
infected with HIV two decades ago,
and the purpose that briefly lit their brilliant veins?

i'm no john green

givers

takers

31/08/11

satan alone

now that's a realistic self portrait