Lunatic Sutra

“Wanderer” Charcoal on paper

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 03:58:20 -0500

“Wanderer”

Charcoal on paper

Relationship Advice From My Forbears

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 01:42:23 -0500

“You gotta get them right off their momma’s tit and train them like you would a bird dog—that’s the only way you’re gonna get a good one.”

My Father

Sineating Bulimia

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 03:09:48 -0500

I dream but to wander
Round and about the orb
Drink deep, drink up all poisons
Devour, destroy all demons
That plague the lands and people
Pour from my mouth and fingers
Healing balms, soma, ambrosia and elixers

I am coming to love charcoal more and more. I’m adapting...

Wed, 27 Jun 2012 04:13:07 -0500

I am coming to love charcoal more and more. I’m adapting to it quite naturally, despite my initial distaste for it upon mistaking it for graphite. It’s such a bold medium. My hands are black. I love it. I want to do larger pieces in charcoal soon.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 23:07:09 -0500

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like—as if all your social tastebuds suddenly went numb, leaving you unable to distinguish cheap politeness from the taste of genuine affection, unable to recognize its subtle and ambiguous flavors, its long and delicate maturation, or the simple fact that each tasting is double-blind.

"The principle of compassion is that which converts disillusionment into a participatory..."

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 12:06:36 -0500

““The principle of compassion is that which converts disillusionment into a participatory companionship. This is the basic love, the charity, that turns a critic into a living human being who has something to give to - as well as to demand of - the world.””

- Joseph Campbell, Pathways to Bliss

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 03:06:14 -0500

Would the dinosaurs have access to an EMP pulse emitter or, conversely, would the robots be accompanied by Jeff Goldblum?

Either, way, I’d have to say… Robots would get the better of dinosaurs.

Love Letter #1: Moons, Seas and Mirrors

Mon, 18 Jun 2012 02:29:20 -0500

You rose like a moon, bringing me new tides and as such I rise, I swell, I reach up and cannot touch you. Your face, as the moon, shows me just one side. Your words, well chosen, have much to imply. My three eyes, my analytical and neurotic mind, my fragile and naive heart—can they ever know you?

What are your intentions, expectations, motivations? What may I expect from you of which I have already come to desire? What would I want that I’m not willing and eager to give? Where do we stand? Must I still these waters and become a mirror to reflect the cosmic seas? Should I dive to the depths where another mirror exists? The one that reflects not the self but all others? Where do my answers lie? In the depths or the heavens? What fear and anxiety is it that keeps me from just asking you?

I Still See Him

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 02:26:09 -0500

The little boy in my daydreams with a black crown and stars in his hands. He’s the same boy in what I thought was a different story altogether.

Considering that my creative process is hardly linear, I’m not sure what to expect from this short story I am compelled to write and illustrate… In any case, there is some activity going on. The gears are grinding and whirring. Creativity is happening…

*Continues staring past the screen in trance-like contemplation*

The sketch that demanded the one in the previous post.

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 13:37:43 -0500

The sketch that demanded the one in the previous post.

Found a little hardcover sketchbook in my art supplies… So...

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 03:02:55 -0500

Found a little hardcover sketchbook in my art supplies… So stoked… My phone takes shitty photos, though… Minor inconvenience, as nobody follows my tumblr.

Deepsea Drifter's Got The Bends

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 02:26:49 -0500

Although man and boy, (‘Though woman and girl,)
Above all I am a sea;
Within me I drift.

These thoughts are as tides,
Emotions as crashing waves.
Where would they take me?

I ride them, bide them,
And effortlessly chart them:
Uncharted waters.

I sink down deeper,
To depths I do not yet know—
Such is how I drift.

First Post: End, Begin, All The Same

Wed, 16 Nov 2011 03:44:21 -0600

Jumping on the Tumblr bandwagon. Been a while since I’ve blogged. Just experienced the agony of the end of a five year relationship. Physically, psychologically exhausted. First and only worthwhile relationship I’ve had despite how difficult it was… I lost myself in it and it’s high fucking time to get to know myself all over again.

I’ll be glad when the insomnia ends, but I haven’t been up to getting back to Skyrim, which is really what’s killing me. Haha.