Saturday, December 13, 2008


I know this is the second post in a row without art, but, I needed to provide the updated article.
Just so someone can read it, maybe someone will know something. Maybe the killers will be caught.


Friday, December 12, 2008


We woke up this morning curled up close, fighting the cold biting at our toes. The fog was resting against the window pane, tears of rain streaking down the surface. I let you go. The emptiness of the room grew heavy, so I buried myself into the blankets.

The phone rings. My mom's voice shaky, "I have bad news."

This is the article describing how my cousin was killed last night. So stark, so dry, so empty. Just a clip in the paper, just another act of violence on our streets.

Sometimes it's so hard to keep faith in the good of humanity.
Lately it seems that we are what we are not because we have the largest minds, but the largest egos. And it's truly beginning to disgust me.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008


This was the first design for the tattoo. I'm putting it up to show the original writing, which I like much more. The design around it, makes me think of a spider, so that's why I made the second design. Maybe I can do some photoshopping to put the best of both together?

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Fresh start

One of the few things that has kept me sane all these years is this, my sketchbook. At times they could be filled with lavish and colourful drawings from my imagination...others they're reduced to scrawlling ramblings of angst and frustration. Often they become mindless doodles, my hands never wanting to sit still. Lately my hobby has been infused with a motivation to push, to work, to grind my hands into the paper. To create something meaningful, beautiful... and sometimes just to simply create. My goals now are reaching their deadlines.

Here is one of the tattoo designs I've been working on. This is for Heather! Let me know if you like it, and if I should alter anything. I'm a little unsure of the font...Hrmmm. Haha.

This is drawn from a photo I took in Cambodia. She was the prettiest little street girl, twirling and smiling (a cute crooked smile) while her family sold roasted bananas.