heya

welcome to my insane realm of artistic expressions

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Gothica


Self Sketch c 07-08-2005

I Did have my hair cut like that at one point I really dont like bangs, not on me any ways.

Tears


Despairing Pain c 09-30-2005

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

calming Confusion



Calming Confusion c 09-10-2005


The silver in the original its more matalic but for some reason my scanner dose not like to pick that up.
This is my favorite form of expression a lil cryptic but bold. what do you think?

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Picture In prgress

??
have a few pics with that lighting i think there is some potental in them. We will see. but for now this is just a pic.

10-29-2010 c

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Pained Planets

Painted Planets 1997c

This is an early painting I did not the greatest work ever but I've always found great interest in outer space so well I like it any ways.



Planet Sketches 1994c I think

Just some sketches from when I was trying not to do school work. Its Both sides of one peice of paper thats why you can see stuff bleeding though the scanned image. And yes aparrently I have nothing better to do on holloween than sit at home alone and post old junk from when i was a kid.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Pencil Drawing

Pains Passion of..... 07-20-2006


an old drawing I tryed to get the colors to come though when I scanned put its still a lil dull.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Ongoing endlessness

This is a long never ending passing change in agony a slipping sand from a desert shifting to an ever expanding space of aching ever changing repetition that always is at this same constant ongoing deafening stagnate advance never stopping continuance endlessly moving forward dredge into this torturous present going on to an infinite fluctuation of inactive echo’s stabbing sharp strikes of senseless throbs restlessly rippling in an ocean repetitiously dripping drops that have rusted to a halted high speed race of motionless constant caught in this perpetual loop residing in this identical stream of invariable same that was and now this painful advance traveling on an immobile rush forward at a stagnate smoldering constant currently unceasing tortured run in unending reflection of continues change of what was yesterdays dread driving distress in consistent motion sickness of unaltered journey of this instant that goes on in eternal action of frozen anguish in this minute hastening on to where but this captured existence in treacherous fixed misery of movement a paused continual shift of familiar energy cloned from a life span permanently seized in this suffocating forever of already tomorrows advance that time grips in this ceaseless pull that stands idle at what is here presently moving onslaught of this current stationary static push to go on in this course of cause that time holds to the present ongoing unchanging moment .....

08/14-2010

When you Dare




When your prayers are not what you wished

When what you wished for is not what you wanted

When what you wanted is not what you hoped for

When your hopes have faded into dark dreams

When your dreams are seen though mist on cracked ice

When what you see id not what you need

When your needs are always almost unseen

When your passions fire is drown in the floods

When the floods are always being rained in

When this is were you are

Then this is when you

When you dare to change just one moment of time

This is when you are no longer trapped here





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December 2008



Mine Sane Of Grains


Crying pain, tears of dust

Lighting strikes, the sea wont part

Clouds turn blood, sun is darkening

Life’s beat exploding, sorrow lives immortal





Calm reside in night

Pease amidst the pounding rain

Healing held in shadow

Horror has no pain

Home would be a locked closet

Faith in hopelessness





Brake the windows, turn the stars

Find Atlantis and seek true truth

When and where is the vampire turned back







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2008







tat art

Bleading Rose
This is tat art is did for a freind that she never used its unfinished, the rose is suppose to be black.