Who am I to make art?

Who am I to make art?
To make something thoughtful
something beautiful,
Something out of the mundane.

Who am I to create fantasy,
to create dreams?
To bring to life the unseen.
To bring to life the make believe.

Who am I to see.
To be inspired by your art?
To inspire your art.

Who am I?
I am art,
I am life,
I am inspired.
I believe.
I see.
I am me.


Does it ever bother you when I start my blog posts with these odd things that come from my mind like a beast outta hell. They run rapid and if I don't type them, or write them, or sketch them I lose them forever. So does it ever bother you?

I want a new sketchbook, my old ones not full but I don't want it.
It reminds me of things I don't wanna be reminded of.
I want something cute, somewhat small.
Something I can carry around and just sketch when I deem the right time.

Til Next Time.

Don't you love the life you killed

"And I'll do anything you ever
Dreamed to be complete
Little pieces of the nothing that fall."




Won't you tell me a secret?
I'll tell you a lie.
Give me a kiss,
prepare to say goodbye.
Scream me something beautiful,
rip out my eyes.
Bruise your ego,
wish for my demise.



My muses haven't been around in awhile.
It's sad really.
Maybe they'll come back soon,
one can only hope.
I need something colorful and playful to work on.
Maybe i'll have to work on some Christmas gifts.