this could be the end of every thing

oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
i'm getting old and i need something to rely on

so tell me when, you're gonna let me in
i'm getting tired and i need somewhere to begin

and if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know
this could be, the end of every thing

- keane

prance prance

mountebank wolves

four winds

Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe
There's people always dying trying to keep them alive
There are bodies decomposing in containers tonight
In an abandoned building where
A squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four winds blowing through her hair

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't sustain the pressure where it's placed
She caves

The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute
If you burned them all together you'd be close to the truth still
They're poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons
While shadows lengthen in the sun
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines
Four winds cry until it comes

And it's the sum of man
Slouching towards Bethlehem
A heart just can't contain all of that empty space
It breaks, it breaks, it breaks

Well, I went back to my rented Cadillac and company jet
Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps
All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead
They said, "You'd better look alive"
And I was off to old Dakota where a genocide sleeps
In the black hills, the bad lands, the calloused east
I buried my ballast, I made my peace
Heard four winds leveling the pines

But when great Satan's gone, the whore of Babylon
She just can't remain with all that outer space
She breaks, she breaks, she caves, she caves

- bright eyes

recycling revenge

currently working on an epic painting that is 24 x 18". i finally got the primer and base colour down, so now it's time to sketch! if any one has any tips or knows any good guides regarding oil painting, feel free to share (in fact, please do!)

sheng-fai

A character of mine who is half human/half dragon. He's a metrosexual and his name is Sheng-Fai. I know his eyes look jaundiced, but I love them that way.

Trying a different style, inspired by one of Gemma's picture on deviantART here. The chin is also reminiscent of Robbie's style.

idaho and good men

shakespearean cliches

a modern romance (y control)

like the blood in our veins
through arteries and bridges
gaps and holes
circuit breakers and wires
telephone poles

we're calling you home
while you wait at the bar
don't break, don't break
i can't pick up the pieces any more

you're out of control
all, all, all out of control

recent sketches and other things

anatomy is important

a commission for inlaterdays/LID, of krycek and mulder from the x-files as animals. wip.

to the song "monster ballads" by josh ritter.

there's this sight on i-40; it's nestled in the ozarks, where the hills touch the sky. if you look up at the right moment, you will see a cross between the mountains, in the clouds. as you draw closer, you think salvation has come.

and then... it is nothing but a fading blur in the rearview mirror.

navara's ridiculously cute character, pan.

muw.