Sunday, July 7, 2013

My skin is moist, damp and clinging to the grooves of my fingerprints as I poke myself in the arm. My body feels like it is melting; a body of clay becoming more impressionable and malleable as time goes by and the temperature in this room increases. Trails of salt and water begin to draw lines down my neck as though I'm in a eucalyptus infused steam hut without any foreseeable or immediately evident means of escape. 

There is no escape.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Eager hands

Too vast to bare
Too blunt to dull
Here stands a vagabond tall

Thursday, March 14, 2013

like you

You and I can never be mother and daughter.

Friday, January 11, 2013


drawn from a photo - unsourced

Thursday, January 3, 2013


Carpe dentum, seize the teeth!

Monday, November 19, 2012

Back to the beginning

I think I'm back at square one with this drawing thing. 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012