I found a heart today on the concrete.

Man do the colours look washed out.

Just new sketches, and & some old ones that weren't scanned before.

I'm also over at the Winters Free Press Blog, so go on and take a look some time.

hard to be soft, tough to be tender

All my life I've wanted to be a redhead. I wanted that hair so badly, to be fair-skinned and almost translucent so my blood would stain my lips and my eyes and my ears and cheeks, so I always looked warm or flushed. I wanted to be a flame.
Anyways, I think I wanted more to just be somebody else, and perhaps this girl I painted last night. I like to think that she's strong, and bruised- a fighter. She had the courage to leave, or at least the ability to take control of her life. I like to believe there's a hero inside every character I create.

this scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin

live through this, and you won't look back
I've one thing to say, so I'll be brave
you were what I wanted; I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you, I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save
I'M NOT SORRY THERE'S NOTHING TO SAVE




































































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(this was in reference to a BSS song..)

thank god it's fatal, thank god it's fatal.

Hi. I gave up on scanning my stuff. But did find my camera battery charger, after the eons of its absence. I give you my m o l e s k i n e. I know, it's an expensive, hipster and trendy sketchbook. But I love it. It's well designed, and might I say, classy. I think I need a little more class in my life, the trucker-mouth that I am. Apparently it's pronounced (mol-a-skeen’-a) . Wikipedia confirms that.

*click to enlarge