my lifeline pulsates, but i don't feel the pulse.....

acrylic, marker, fabric, collage
foam poster board
and my most recent painting. :]

.a hungry urge to shut up.

acrylic, fabric for eyelashes, oil paint, marker, pens, pencil,
done on a piece of wood-board, not completely sure what the material is, but it works :]
this is a bigger piece and one of my favorites...

a new guy has guts too...

all the words on the painting connect together and say
"we get sick of each other. we all get sick of each other. we all get sick. we all get sick. we are sick.
we get sick of ourselves. we change. we want change. we change. we as humans are art pieces. we mold ourselves into something different. we create, but then we are sick, we are sick..... sick of our molds. the mold we created into ourself. we will constantly pick at our mold until we think it is perfected. to you, yourself. your mold is perfect. but a few days go past, and you constantly pick at it. it heals and then you pick, you cant stop picking at yourself, your mold. we are creating art, ourself. human. but when do we stop picking at our own molds? until we bleed? until death...?
our biggest art peice is never is finished. we are an open wound.

some art pieces never even touch their mold.......... "

acrylic, two seperate cavases hung up together.

heavy

cardboard, again not the best material but still works
acrylic

i flew into the ocean

on cardboard, not the best material to work with, but it still works.

there was nothing in the room but red paint