Acrylic on Cloth
Orange again, I know. Deliberately orange this time at least, I reckon that’s progress. Switched to acrylic for this one too, which explains the orange; I find it best to jump into an obscene run with...
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“It’s not the material, or the subject matter a lot of the time. It’s the artist’s take on it.” I’ve thought about this line for so long, but it always sits right with me when I hear it. The material...
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“Something burns away in my head every single day. All I feel I do is enable it.” “So why keep doing it?” “… ’cause there’s too much burning to want to stop and find out how much of me it’ll leave...
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“Just the one light?” “What? Oh, yeah, just this one.” “I thought the more light the better?” “Depends what you want to feel. Not for this image; for this you should feel this light, feel it’s the only...
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“What’s gonna make you stay with me? Cause i’ve been waiting patiently, It always seems you’ve got to leave, Baby, why don’t you come right back to me?” Kastle - ‘Make You Stay (feat. JMSN)’
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“No I’m not the man I used to be lately, See you met me at an interesting time, If my past is any sign of your future, You should be warned before I let you inside. Hold on to whatever you find baby,...
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“Art makes the sight of life bearable by laying over it the veil of unclear thinking.” Nietzsche
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“I wasn’t going to search, and sat down. I could love you. We catch eyes and maybe both of us wonder how well we know one another. I don’t, but I know I could; easily, drunkenly fall for you. I know I...
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Only taking pictures. You never needed them for that. Slate fills the room, a noise you can’t hear or taste or see. It burns to the touch but it touches. In the hair standing on your arm, the heat in...
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He took off walking that morning, Sal. The two of us just stood watching. He’d said, “One more day in this fucking smell”, pulling at the peeling strips of his shirt, “I don’t want to have to see the...
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