3 days

I'm really angry
I'm not sure why
I just feel like I want to punch something
It's just, I feel like life is catching up to me finally, after weeks-wait years- of avoiding shit, it's finally at my doorstep with flowers and a bunch of fuck you. It's not gonna go away. I just feel angry. I don't know. I'm a little lost at sea I suppose. Maybe frustrated is a better word. I just don't feel like I'm on solid ground anymore. I'm losing my grip, on everything. My mind keeps withdrawing into fantasy to avoid the reality of the situation- Life is here, I'm right on the fucking precipice of the real world. I gotta focus. I need something to focus on. Give me something, life. GIVE ME A CLUE.

I shouldn't be allowed to listen to David Bowie when I draw

I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died
A long long time ago

-Man Who Sold the World

Some more Art Work ( More PostApocalyptica+RandomStuff)

This is Chaz, He is a douche. Moving on.



In case you hadn't noticed, I like putting gas masks on small animals and calling it art.

PostApoclyptica Pt.2

These are both from as series of sketches I did, based around postapocalyptic theme. This next one is a kind of British Post Apocalypse Propaganda poster, I edited it all up for you guys. All 5 of you.

PostApoclyptica

Some New art

Some artwork of mine that was featured over at http://ariaswathe.blogspot.com/, check that lady out she is real insightful

Artwork I did for a freind, she digs that crazy red echidna

Out of My Depth

Out My Depth

And I'm Drowning, I'm Drowning

Over My Head

And I'm Drowning, I'm Drowning

Last night, I had the worst dream.

I had died, and I was looking over my family and freinds

They were all crying, they were all sad

And I couldn't reach out and do anything.

It was cold.

It was awful.

I just gotta help. I just gotta get off my ass and help someone.

Cause I don't think that anyone in the world should feel how I feel : Out of Depth, Out of Luck and Out of Time. We gotta do something.

I just have to help.

I just have to.