Sunday, April 3, 2011

honourosis.

look it up. g!l

megla pats

;monsters in my forest.
 so i run.
sages cry
 to the graveyards on the moon
wearing animal masks
 shrouded with veils of moss and twigs
they see the end

Primitve Doodles



























             Yeah.. the four model drawings are just a couple from my monday class that caught my eye and the image just below those is one ive just recently finished.. the image quality is kinda stupid due to the natural degradation of photo quality when taken with a piece of shit verizon camera phone.. anyway i call it "Mrs. Steve Jobs", more observational stuff, animal water colors and original ink and pencil work will be coming with my next post.. thanks for checkin it out, lemme know what y'all think.. 

-Ched

Saturday, April 2, 2011

primitive shit

sitting on my windowsill i look down for you and see nothing
i wish youd set a fire on the mountain
then ill swim and jump and climb to you
and we'll be somewhere special
clouds of stone, your eyes become the fire
reach to you like a newborn touching his mother
only you can destroy this altar
i spoke in stutters and you tried to translate, you knew something was wrong
your sense of self soon left after
to apologize to you, the sun and moon
would shutter
the shine is dim but i keep you in
i wish to stay close to your fire
i wish to stay close to your fire

g!l