Monthly Archives: November 2013


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Their laughter
Their stares
Bored holes through my skin
I tried to hold myself together
but the pieces of my body were too heavy
and my soul was too light

and I am ripped and leaking

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When I gave up trying project the images perfectly, I finally got it they way I wanted it to be.




I’ve been up for 41 hours, drawings start to show it up 😛

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no words or just few words

it took it forever for the lil piece of charcoal
to create a shining world, a transparent web made out of tiny fragile beads …
each bead meant a piece of the charcoal, dissolved and carefully crafted,  to make it clear and sweet and beautiful

each bead meant a small but capricious land, 
as if carved out of its own womb, the dark piece of worthless matter, took away from deep inside, minuscule particules, pristine tingling drops of love

on every brush and touch the charcoal tried to conjure all the beauty it never witnessed … on ever bit of salty tears the humble material, tried to give birth to something impossible.

all night was the discardable creature, knitting and singing soft lullabies to the dream it was building, the night was long and the web was somehow magical, the night was protective and the cool of the winds made the strings of tears, dance swiftly and happily

and when the lil humble charcoal was absorbed, fascinated by the gorgeous shine of the dream created, without a single sound, fast and warm as if it wanted to surprise, the morning came and the light destroyed the shivering fantasy in front of the charcoal horrified eyes…

with just a smile the charcoal retreated to its humid cave, because the dream it had dreamt for a summer night, it lasted a second in front of its eyes, but it’ll burn forever in the charcoal’s heart.

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This piece is going to drive me mad.  I started it and can’t seem to get to the point where I am satisfied.  For five minutes I thought, tonight will be it.  I stepped back, took the pictures, and edited them for dramatic effect.  Then the voice in my head said, she doesn’t tell a good enough story.  Sigh.  Stop taunting me before I put you back in the trunk of my car.IMAG1614_20131119000807071

These pieces started out as ways for me to start to love my body again.  They were a way to begin to feel emotions again. Now they are just ways for me to try new techniques.


Detail 1


Detail 2

IMAG1619Detail 3

I will finish this soon or set it on fire.

Acrylic, ink, marker, finger nail polish

Voo Doo Doll

The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones
William Shakespeare


wax crayon, pencil, ink

She is the main character in a story I have been playing with on my personal blog.  I have 2 to 3 more parts to write and then she may randomly appear in pieces from time to time.  This is Part 2 of the story.

header take 1

header take 1

So I finally made some dvance on the header, this is my first attempt/proposal. I like the vintage feel of the piece.

What do you think?

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