Wednesday, January 30, 2008

amazed

I was fine walking alone.
I was okay with idle chat.
I felt it better we kept a distance.
I wish I would have.

If only I could let you go
I don't understand why I need you.
I cannot stop myself.
Want you and no one else.

Now this heavy and bitter arrow
in my heart.
I want to set you free,
yet you're inside of me.

It's amazing what a boy can say,
I cannot stop myself.
It's amazing what a boy can do to me,
It's amazing.

Rainy Sunday

You don't know how hard I've tried to convince myself that I can just forget.
This feeling is still inside, you left it.
It never fails to find me.

On a rainy Sunday I feel you here in me,
like the days of summer, windows down and warm ocean water.
I'll never admit that we went too far.
It guards my hope of someday.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

she moves in colors

I liked all the colors around him. I don't care much for him flipping off the camera. He's attractive and of course a great body. And I'd kill to have an a** like his (course I could just do squats and lunges). But back to the colors... I like how they are vibrant and kind of blurry. Other than the finger, I really, really liked this picture.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


I love the bucolic whimsy of the work. Set as it is on the vast open plains of ... perhaps Hampstead Heath. Or Le Jardin des Plantes. With its ferocious packs of indigenous poodles. And colonizing but now tentative giraffes, who are wondering to whom those bones once belonged.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

take a bow, play the part

I'm back. And I started painting again. It's cathartic for me.
This was my first attempt at a human form and found that I enjoyed everything except the face. I hated trying to do that. The model has an incredibly cute face, but my rendition is kinda yucky. But oh well. I did have fun. I think I might want to start doing more human forms minus the face and hands... lol.For some reason Hawaii and Paris have been on my mind. I've never been to either place, but I've seen their faces. I think their faces have affected me more than I even realize. But I learn to let go...

I liked the colors. I liked the yellow over the dark colors. I was just thinking about something and it seems like Paris is always in the background of this thought.