Thursday, February 21, 2008

February 21st


A Bitter Thing

Failure
Is such a bitter thing
It gnaws at the soul
tears flesh from flesh
The bite of wind with icy teeth
cutting deep into an unarmed cheek
Burns like coals
flaming beneath naked feet
Crying out blindly
in their raw defeat
Flail, fight, do what they may
But it inevitably awakens
like the blooming of day

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

February 20th


Spring

Dark like the grave
Cold as a corpse
It is born out of this
Most unexpectedly
Out of death comes life
Spites the reaper with a laugh
Boldly comes forth
Like a patriot crying "Liberty!"

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

February 19th

Hope

Whispers words to the downfallen ear
Sings gentle melodies to sooth all fear
Bears witness to the future unclear
Brings a rebirthing to things held dear.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

February 16th



So, I don't really have time to write anything right now, because I really need to get to bed. Just wanted to post a photo really. G'night everyone. =)

Friday, February 15, 2008

Thursday, February 14, 2008

My Valentine... <3




So, I have found a new love this Valentine's Day.... charcoal. I am seriously amazed I never met it until just a couple weeks ago, I had no idea what I was missing out on for so many years. I love it, seriously. It might be in fact my new favorite art medium. Although I'm not sure anything could replace the passion I have for acrylics, charcoal is currently pretty much tying with it, which really stuns me. There's something about charcoal that cannot be replicated with acrylic work... it's just the whole experience of using it, of creating something with your own hands, it's really a spectacular feeling that I just can't describe. Using paint brushes is using your hands too, yes, but I don't know... it's something about actually feeling the charcoal piece in your hand that makes all the difference. It makes you feel more in touch with your artwork, like it's truly a part of your being. I love that feeling. =)

Saturday, February 9, 2008

February 9th




So, it's February 9th, 16 minutes past midnight, and I find myself basically falling asleep as I attempt to type this without any major grammatical errors, although I have already encountered about 30, all of which I've had to backspace during the writing of this single sentance. I think I'll call it a day.