curly locks

curly locks are growing out again,now i realized how much i missed them.

fallen down,covered in wishes.

heres some recent stuff,products dripping from imagination,insomnia,frustration,

suprises and happiness..

mixed in a blender with paint 

and emerged onto canvas with my hands.

lately ive been deriving pleasure from things that are ephemeral..small things like dipping my fingers in a brown barrel of colourful little beads,wearing my mittens in the cold supermarket,and sticking my tongue out at children to get cute reactions.

i sat in green monsters living room admiring his pink curtains..
then the green monster waddled into a room with an outstretched rubber band,pointing it at me,
shielding myself with my arms,i warned him "look out someones going to throw a pebble at you!"
"who's dumb enough to throw a pebble at a green monster with a rubberband?!"he laughed
"meeeeee!!"squeaked a random pink monster outside his cave and threw a sparkling pebble at his head! a yellow monster laughed from afar,the green monster sat in awe.i thought seriously about putting them in jars and keeping them as pets but i just watched instead.
then the green monster shot his rubber band straight in the air and ran to hug the pink monster
drowning her with hugs and light kisses on her cheeks.
"you are my one true love,it struck me when i looked at you after you threw a pebble at my head.our chemistry is undeniable for youre my favourite colour..see?"pointing at his pink curtains.."just like my curtains!and i love youre toenails,and ive always wanted a monster who throws pebbles..were meant to be,always"
she smiled and hugged him back
their knees and ankles always neighbours after that.encircled with mountaintops they lived effortlessly happy in caves tuesdays through mondays ever since.

to die by your side,is such a heavenly way to die

its ours,sunrise.

 
me & my house mate woke up about 4 am

5 am we decided we were thirsty 
for a some drink foreign from our

place

drove off an stopped at a red light

no one was around,so we sat..through about six or seven

more red lights to watch the sun rise.

beautiful morning & beautiful music

serene & extremely cozy.

furthermore..heres some recent artwork(:

progression

underneath,everything

wakeful dreamers.
finding hope despite every small disaster.
walks through the park,
down the streets
 past the night
hand in hand
pure honest love
and i see it
inside and from it
everyday
like that little skeleton of a leaf
he found it and gave it to me

inspired by every angle 

the new year

a flooded park last winter.

a dash of orange leaves.

happening,quiet.pictures.noises,clicks from the camera.
kids.moving.writing.painting.singing.sitting.
keeping to myself &sean.
lights in the night time sound aloud.

im looking forward to this,11.good number with wonderful things to embrace.

moon wild brunette

 its been a while since ive been
receptive,like that.
my life has been too hectic and beautiful to have a computer for a while.
frankly,ive been happily consumed in the worlds' collective to write so,

just footprints

to nowhere

still writing playing and recording



with my sweetheart

under a sea of rocky green

 when youre out,around everything.the streets harshly black and bold.with the crisp of summers daylight beating down on your neck warming your skin to a lighter tone of red,crossing the street next to passerby s.headphones are on.walking over the big thick white line under your feet,next to the four letters that illuminate in white. s t o p .i like the city,and small towns..i appreciate their blunt corners and people.its good to get out of your comfort zone in life and just be rushed sometimes.but when i dream,when im just being ..and breathing.i much prefer laying down,under this.