About Me

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I create art because it feels good, and it centers my restless, crazy mind. I feel like I am where I am supposed to be whenever I am drawing. There is a certain meditative quality in the redundant gestures and sounds of pencil scratching on paper. My art work depicts the inverse relationship of my desires and dreams with my restless nature and wickedness.

Those unrepenting buzzards want your life

And they got no right,
As sure as you have eyes,
They got no right

I can't give it to you . . .

. . . if you just keep taking it.

Losing true love is tragic

Realizing your 'true love' was your ENEMY - well, that’s wretched.

I won’t soothe your pain
I won’t ease your strain
You’ll be waiting in vain
I got nothing for you to gain

The Wind Blew An Invocation

And you disappear

Throw the ashes to the winds

You were NEVER here.

The Dead Rat

Were I a farmer, I would call you VERMIN
Because you would be the VILLAIN
Of my crops and gnaw at my WEALTH.

But I am not a farmer,
Only one that walks the farmer's fields.

When I came across your stiffened body, DEAD,
Lying ALONE,
I knew that there was BEAUTY.

The Death of FAKE

FAKE = to conceal the defects of or make appear more attractive, interesting - usually in order to deceive.

The past is behind me and I have FINALLY moved on! 

You Are Dead To Me

You've Been Erased
From My Heart
Creating Space
For a Brand-new Start

Live and Learn
Crash and Burn
Your Curse Reversed
Your Spell Return

You're Dead to Me
You'll Always Be
My Heart Unbound
At Last, I'm Free