what little of me is solid
moves quick enough
to make up for all the space.


(This is what that looks like):

I just framed this one myself

I'm getting pretty good at framing.

Not pictured: frame. I' didn't feel like taking another photo. It's just a frame.

dirty tears ink - first of many attempts

We're a happy family, we're a happy family

sitting home in queens
eating refried beans

the oriel is finished

This flies.

it's a popular belief amongst a few people

the immortal beast

this will soon be finished. promise.

it's 8 feet long.

I am the battery & fuel
in training, my energy
drains & I become
the world. I am
The bigger picture, brief
in the routine of life,
in love with the air

when it becomes me.
I savor it when I walk
beneath the taller trees
& they savor my exhaled breath
the same. parts of them

never leave me, stuck
in the memory of my blood
as I flow through their bark &
through their veins &
the fingers of their branches.

Bad Rabbits

http://www.myspace.com/badrabbitsband

If they're smart, they'll use this.

"Scratch Scratch" by Little Microscopic Clouds

Little Microscopic Clouds is wonderful
and she has been kind enough
to let me work on her album artwork.

This is only a 30 second sketch
from lunch today, but its an idea
that will soon become fabulous.

This song has been stuck in my head all week:

there were wolves outside my window the other night

but they weren't wolves, they were coyotes.

and it was only one, separated from the pack.

probably a cub.

It's gone now (several days later).

I made calculated art
& in zeal for final touches,
knocked ink over
my wooden canvas.

The red splotch helped
the composition;
I tried to reenact the spill,
but instead ruined
the piece.

that's my mutant!

mon semblable, mon frere!

my double, my brother

I'm going to start updating (almost) everyday again.

I'm doing some art for a really great band right now: Sleep Control

Check them out at sleep-control.com



I imagine sci-fi images when i think of their name.

a brief chronicle of octoskullpus

nixon goatmask

goat mask

i just need to get some wood.

no humane way to cut it

if everything I knew
was wrong, I’d be
glad to be alive.

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