It’s pen or perish, never forget that

That’s what he said to me, the man with thin hair and the long black coat. I joked in my head that he must be going to the matrix that day. He turned back to me and said “It’s pen or perish.” and I asked what, completely taken aback by his comment. He repeated to Continue reading It’s pen or perish, never forget that

Dark Black Ink

Are you ready for the singularity? Do you have enough food stored away in a temperature contained enclosure? It’s 27 minutes until clock in time and my black coffee gets colder by the minute. By every bassline strum by the velvet underground I am preparing for 8 hours of troubleshooting, typing, comparing data and answering Continue reading Dark Black Ink

so, goodnight pressure, I am here

I am certain the pressure of making a high quality first post for the new year made me put it off for way longer than I should have. Sorry about that! That, coupled with a phase of mounting depression (that has since eased it’s way out of my life- goodbye December!) equates to my not Continue reading so, goodnight pressure, I am here

time for me to grow my limbs / sketchbookblues

I’ve got some sketchbook drawings before I succumb to the weekend and make new art. If you’re following me on twitter then you will already know about my recent art baptism the other night.  Anything in the gallery that you may find pleasant and want to purchase is now unavailable and I am debating creating a new Continue reading time for me to grow my limbs / sketchbookblues

48″ x 38″ of pure heart broken stretched artist ready canvas

that I’ll be playing with for the rest of my life “This has been so many things, though.”, I explained to my friend as he came by and conveniently took away some paintings of mine that have been giving me a weird glare and need to leave where I sleep at night. I’ve surrendered.  I Continue reading 48″ x 38″ of pure heart broken stretched artist ready canvas