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another hand drawn version of an owl skull… getting it right for print.

another hand drawn version of an owl skull… getting it right for print.

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Doe skull.
Hand drawn.

Doe skull.

Hand drawn.

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A small drawing of an owl skull.

A small drawing of an owl skull.

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I produced a drawing for a band i know called A World defined, which they are using for their upcoming release…

Pretty stoked to be honest.. linking my art with music is what I have always wanted.

I produced a drawing for a band i know called A World defined, which they are using for their upcoming release…

Pretty stoked to be honest.. linking my art with music is what I have always wanted.

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Skyline Scars

Is it time
For something drastic?

Opening wounds
In the space around

Skyline scars

The bitterness
That glazed my eyes

Mental stars

The openness
That filled my heart

My breakdown
Became the cure

The openness
That fills my heart.

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Sometimes ideas go from brain to paper with excessive ease…this is one of those rare cases…It is a Stag Beetle, Skeleton Key and root merge. 

I enjoyed every second.

Sometimes ideas go from brain to paper with excessive ease…this is one of those rare cases…It is a Stag Beetle, Skeleton Key and root merge. 

I enjoyed every second.

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Clouds.

It has been lingering for weeks. Growing with an unwanted & disfigured purpose, self-doubt has become my shadow. I cannot bare reflecting on how sparse the clouds were a few months ago when now they weigh so heavy. I admit my flaw, I latched onto change & newness as an automatic positive…anything to break an unsatisfactory cycle had to be. I got too far ahead of myself and now i’m in reverse and in reality even further from any sanctuary I aspire towards.

I hate being in this place, no amount of age or experience makes it any easier to recognise or process. The mirror troubles me, I am noticing that I avoid eye contact and i’m so tired….but i’m staying up late to avoid waking up to the frustrations that i know are coming. 

There is so much within me that I want to offer to the world & i’m prepared to take bigger knocks than most in my pursuit, but sometimes I need a hand, some reassurance or just a sign that I one day I can fully express myself without feeling partially defined by the inadequacies at life of others.

Equating my mental state into writing is my starting point. It begins the cleansing & lets me start to let go. It gives the other strands of my life a chance to move to the front of the queue. With that being said I turn my laptop off & pull the cover over my exposed shoulder. I whisper goodnight to my lover & i receive no response. I whisper it again and say “I love you”, secretly knowing she can’t hear.

It’s a blessing on these nights to have something so beautiful breathing the same air as me.

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So alongside art I also have a strong interest in creating healthy & imaginative food. I will be starting a new blog with my food partner in crime shortly….but for now this is a sneaky peak at dinner last night..Bento Burgers. They were rather snazzy…the “bun” is made from rice and the “burger” is spinach and mushrooms… 

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Take one hare, merge it with a domesticated cat…you get this… Still unsure which way is up.

Take one hare, merge it with a domesticated cat…you get this… Still unsure which way is up.

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Details

A storm builds
The windows
Feel weak against
The incessant clawing
Of the rain
Distant rumblings
Tease at
Spacial dominance.

I pour another bourbon
To stop myself
Drifting into the night.

I look back 
Over photographs
From recent weeks
Soundlessly reliving
Each one.

The details
Those soundless details.

God nothing compares
To watching her
Paint those eyes.

I come to the last photograph
The one I took
Before you left tonight.

Standing there
In the doorway
Layered in shadows
As the umbrella
strayed into the rain.

You turned to me
& all I could do
was fall in love
with you again.