lily.

ink & wallpaper.

Why is it that I always find myself carrying too much? The other day, walking home after a trip to S.C.R.A.P., I had in my arms: three 32" x 40" pieces of mat board, six panels of glass, three frames, a hunk of wood, and my purse (glorified canvas waste basket).

Okay. Going to go listen to "Break-A-Way" by Irma Thomas, furiously dance the twist, and draw some more.

fawn & wednesday.

ink, wallpaper & angerrr, much of it fueled by the fact that, after sixteen years, the West Memphis Three are still in prison and Damien Echols is still on death row. I've been thinking about that case a lot again lately. It appears there is hope on the horizon.

(fuck the piss shit.)