is it kind of silly I couldn't wait for the new year to begin so I could make this seventh installment of this journal series?
but really: my art had been on a bit of a hiatus (due to architorture school) and it is very personal to me; it often feels like parts of my soul skinned and strung out for any vultures to potentially pick at. and I felt quite a lot rusty trying to get back into photography and drawing and everything this past year. so the fact that you guys have shown these pieces of me love I couldn't fathom is......
I want us all to frolic happily in sunny fields (with vitamin-D-rich rays that are joyously cancer-free) and have hugs and ice cream and fun and make dark, creepy, happy art together!!
but I haven't figured out how to achieve this yet, so I hope you will enjoy this feature of the lovely people who had a stroke of insanity and decided to follow my gallery this past year. it was such an awesome journey through your galleries and I hope many others will love my findings as much as I did.
The Waste WorldShe said create the world, so I did. I made it dark and dusty, coughed up from my own black lungs. I gave the trees an ashen hue and the ground a color to match the starless sky. The creatures were murmuring oozes, globs of drying acrylic that inked across the orb of my bubbling imagination.
Repulsing, it was in fact the product of an industrial mind. I was born from man's smog goddess and, if memory serves me, her breath was laced in exhaust which I inhaled nightly with her songs. She was soothing and complacent, her voice smokey like a hazy bar. No one could deny her features were hideous beyond belief. Her skin dripped pollution like morp
Visions Of VoodooIt's nice. These days a cup of warm soup is hard to come by. I clung to it, grateful of the heat radiating and warming my hands. I willingly sipped tiny mouthfuls, sighing every time the warm liquid hit my dry tongue. Since the war, not many people come across hospitality as good as this, especially from the enemy. No sooner did the thought hit my brain did he appear, the harsh fluorescent light bouncing of his effortless features. 'No' I thought to myself. Getting close to them is what they want, what they crave. They draw you in then spit you out, literally. Jenna had been my best friend since I joined the academy all those years ago. She w
Conspiracy theoryI believe in lies.
FishesIf wishes were fishes:thumb318385677:
and I were the sea
Then a sea without fishes
red cocktail dressesyou remind me of those women,:thumb344653575::thumb92420855::thumb346840196:
the ones with curled eyelashes and thick
tight red cocktail dresses,
look up at boys
with pale moon eyes.
my dreams are shrouded in white fumes
of last year's chemical reaction,
and i wish my hands would
when i listen to the rustling
its hustling clocks
and yellow cabs,
i wonder if you still love me,
the way we should
love one another,
but only sinners shed
i wonder how long you've lied
because my seams are opening,
and my pulse is
and i'm worried
i'll be one of those women,
drowning in their
Some people haven't posted any deviations yet, but deserve so much love nonetheless:
Additionally, these are not the only treasures to behold; please give these lovelies a visit too, if you've a chance:
My lovely watchers : Part VI
My lovely watchers : Part V
My lovely watchers : Part IV
My lovely watchers : Part III
My lovely watchers : Part II
My lovely watchers : Part I
Thank you sooooo much to everyone who has given me comments, +favorites, +watches, or any sort of love; sometimes you guys make me think there's something wrong with my eyes when I check my inbox because it's brimming with so much awesomness -- I truly appreciate each and everyone and I hope this shows my most sincere gratitude.