veil of flesh

The aura given out by a person or object is as much a part of them as their flesh. 
-Lucian Freud

before the paint...

ignore the writing, aka my attempt to organize my chaotic senior year by listing deadlines

ink obsession

lines

pyromania 2

pyromania

dain bramage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

Pink Floyd

time, jenny saville.

barnes and noble

a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe

mask

self portrait

pen and ink, 18x20"

rotten gumballs

18x24", colored pencils, 2010

Trompe L'oeil

still life

18x24", oils

Aging

3x4ft, charcoal