Sunday, November 21, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Drawings...
Some people have contacted me about purchasing my work. Some are definitely for sale, but I'm also offering to do 8.5 x 11 drawings for $50 including shipping or $125 with framing. Please email me to let me know if you'd like a piece!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
Sunday, May 02, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Etsy.
I will be starting to put some pieces for sale on Etsy. All original artwork. Take a look. Thanks!
http://www.etsy.com/shop/fancygreysuit
http://www.etsy.com/shop/fancygreysuit
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
10 percent.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Tomorrow.
Run outside there's nowhere else to hide.
hear a thousand voices none are one of a kind.
voice shouts you're playing the wrong chord.
head tilted upwards, eyes to the floor.
remember things past, spring back to winter.
clouds form in your head, you forgot how to miss her.
dial up the number operator unlisted.
no message inside she actually ripped it.
whisper your story over and over.
slow dance starts again, hand on her shoulder.
record plays the song slightly off tune
a different path taken, and it's over too soon.
each moment is the last of its kind.
we're not at the right place, i wasn't in time.
down the hole our distance grows wider.
fancy grey suits are just ego providers.
ask me to speak i am so disinclined.
stopped at the corner, counting the straight lines
mistake the silence for false sincerity
let go of my hand you mean nothing to me.
intervention attempts to blow embers to flame.
hollowed out center means nothing has changed.
put on a smile and whistle another tune.
what do i mean when tomorrow comes to soon?
hear a thousand voices none are one of a kind.
voice shouts you're playing the wrong chord.
head tilted upwards, eyes to the floor.
remember things past, spring back to winter.
clouds form in your head, you forgot how to miss her.
dial up the number operator unlisted.
no message inside she actually ripped it.
whisper your story over and over.
slow dance starts again, hand on her shoulder.
record plays the song slightly off tune
a different path taken, and it's over too soon.
each moment is the last of its kind.
we're not at the right place, i wasn't in time.
down the hole our distance grows wider.
fancy grey suits are just ego providers.
ask me to speak i am so disinclined.
stopped at the corner, counting the straight lines
mistake the silence for false sincerity
let go of my hand you mean nothing to me.
intervention attempts to blow embers to flame.
hollowed out center means nothing has changed.
put on a smile and whistle another tune.
what do i mean when tomorrow comes to soon?
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sunday, February 07, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
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