have hands. will travel.

pop pills. pour poison. partake of poupon.

baby birch.

the first is a painting. acrylic on a 14x18 canvas. lyrics from Marie Laforet's cover of Paint it Black ("Marie Douceur-Marie Colere") it's really a whole different set of lyrics put to the Paint It Black melody.

listen

i loooove yeh-yeh music.

the second is india ink over a drawing that had been hanging out in my sketch book for a couple months. (i went over it with water colors and absolutely hate it now. eh, c'est la vie, i guess.)

enjoy. hate. do what you do. goodnight.

i was dreaming when i wrote this.

i really wish i was musically inclined.

music is such a jumbo portion of my heart, brain, and life. i've made friends, snobbishly judged, and fallen in love with moments and places. all because of music.

be that as it may, i'd love to be able to be a part of it all.

but it's not going to happen.

so i'll just admire.

something of little value.

having a rough week.

oh sh--

so instead of a daily, this will become a yearly!

we'll blame it on this list of excuses:

1. lack of computer for about a year

2. lack of motivation/supplies for drawing

3. being an idiot

but let's try this again.

i just got back onto my old oekaki, so i have a few doodles to add.

naked. tattoos.

it's what i like.