Lost and FoundLost and Found
Here I am walking around aimlessly
Scars surround every part of my body
Lies are all that I seem to know
Tears no longer come out
Just the supreme silence
I walk for what seems to be forever
I lose the strength that I have to stand
I was done, I was done with trying
I wanted to sit and rot
But there you were
The flickering light in my hurt eyes
You came for me...came running
At this close to dead corpse
You whispered thoughts of hope- often true thoughts
It was never merely flattery, and overreacted words
Nor was it fake for secret intentions
It was honest, kind, true
You are the only one that makes me feel this way
Because you are the first one you found ME
I want desperately to say I love you my friend
You help in me in so many ways.
-March 2, 2012-
I can't describe the worldI can't to
Grasp it so beautiful
I can not to write
I can not to make you cried
To make you feel a shiver of madness
I can't describe the velvet of night
And calm at dawn
No commonplace of day
And ill fortune of world
Beauty and eyesore
Thinner than anything ruthless line
And a fall
And so huge power to arise
And what I see
And what I hear
And what I feel
While surrounds me
And crushes me
And mad laugh
Beauty and eyesore
Which blurs out
Impossible freedom, when you're screaming to the high heavens
And you're running to the anywhere
And you're screaming, and screaming
And keep silent
Time, which can't be described
Relativity of perception
Unnoticed moment, just a second
When there's a change in us
And we see otherwise
We can see more
And less we see
And cry without a reason
And laugh, when it's wonderfully
And completely hopelessly
And life without a greater purpose
Existence of it all
Which is incomprehensible
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This illustration started with the intention of making a cute cloud into an energetic storm. I wanted the cloud to have the contour of a brain so the importance of the mind in the brainstorming process would be prevalent at first glance. The preliminary sketchbook drawings in ballpoint pen were a mix of adorable thunderheads and raining brains. Experimenting with the placement of the eyes and the shape of the cloud was fun. It was harder than I expected to get the sizes right and actually make the brai
I'm terribly bored!I'm terribly bored!
My imagination takes hold
wandering searching always for relief.
Save me from myself, my right brain screams!
This work is boring, work is dull,
always unfulfilling, creating nothing
staring at this unsatisfying worthless pile of junk.
I would much rather be doing!
Creation a duty to my hands.
I want to build a house, with windows all around,
build myself a rock wall, out of stones
found at the bedside of the river wild.
Let me plant a garden,
and just try and convince me it shouldn't all be flowers.
Sitting in leather bucket seats, an overly warm car ,
feeling reckless and almost alive,
the fabric sighing as it moves under my hands.
Windows down, radio up high to hear the guitars above the wind
I want to feel the breeze on my face
lifting up the curls at the back of my neck,
Remember such head-gasket summer delirium?
I want to walk through the Forrest
deep, dark, cold, my home away from home,
I wish I where down by the river now
in the cold rushing water from eyeba