So, what do you expect me to put here? Alright.
I work in oils. I work in acrylic. I work in fabrics. I work in inks and graphite and crayons and markers and clay.
I work out of my head, which houses voices that argue with one another.
Who am I. An American Indian/American Black/Euro white descendant.
A former bullied straight A student.
A functioning sociopath.
An animal lover.
Probably a demon too. No one's proved it's not true.
I am macabre by nature. I make no apologies for it. I am a creature of my environment which nurtured me so. That is not to say I don't find beauty in things that dwell in the sun as well.
My works can be found at www.myinnerrealm.wordpress.com,
My stab at craftwork is on ravnsyte.etsy.com.
My thoughts at email@example.com, and my quips on l_bayne on twitter.
I can also be found in your shadows, that is unless you turn on the light.
things are not well with me at the moment. i can’t be here for a while.
Is it wrong that I imagine pecans as tiny little roasted human brains to be munched on?
HMM. There is a preview screening of Only Lovers Left Alive on the 1st of April in NYC. sadly i don’t think i can get out of work early enough to make it. But it does open on the 11th next month.
Need new shades now.
Overcoming the massive urge to bash one’s head on the keyboard on one’s desk. Just to end this torment of work and die.
Oh my gods. I have to train humans at my job. Why the FUCK am I fucking reliable and efficient at work yet my life is a wreck? :P
read it if you like. working through some things at the moment so,
I’m no fan of katy perry but what he does to her song is amazing.