Agressiviely Moving Forward We Slowly Express Out The Monsters.jpg
Allowing Myself To Slowly Be Pulled Apart.jpg
Approaching The Precipice At An UnStopple Speed.jpg
Beating Heart Of Creation.jpg
Bending On One Crippled Knee Knowing The Ultimate Ending.jpg
Collapsing In Upon My Thoughts And Aspirations.jpg
Creation Of Art And The Expression Of Feeling Is What Keeps The Beast Satiated.jpg
Decomposition Of The Mechinisms That Prop Up Our Being.jpg
Crystallizing Emotion Into Creation.jpg
Bumps Cuts Bruises And Exhaustion In The Name Of Unabashed Creation.jpg
Do Screams And Tears Exist Below Apathy.jpg
Do All Artists Gain Strength From This Level Of Inner Turmoil.jpg
Constrictions And Gyrations Of A Banal Tuesday.jpg
Create Even On The Hardest Days.jpg
Creation Of Art And The Expression Of Feeling Is What Keeps The Beast Satiated.jpg
Crystallizing Emotion Into Creation.jpg
Decomposition Of The Mechinisms That Prop Up Our Being.jpg
Deconstruction Of The Inside.jpg
Do All Artists Gain Strength From This Level Of Inner Turmoil.jpg
Do Screams And Tears Exist Below Apathy.jpg
Dream To Fly.jpg
Edging Ever Slowly To The Precipice Of A Breakdown .jpg
Engulfed In The Crushing Apathetic Thoughts Of The Spoiled.jpg
Even With Muscles Atrophied And Scars Limiting Mobility We Continue.jpg
Extracting The Last Vestige Of Creative Energy.jpg
Forward Momentum Despite Stabbing To The Central Nervous System.jpg
Growth Measured By Perpetual Cacophony.jpg
Harnessing The Inspirations Of The Past.jpg
I Am Tired Of Letting The Ideologies Of The Weak Minded Permeate My Psyche.jpg
I Will Not Allow The Influence Of Others To Take Me Off My Current Path.jpg
If I Be Wrong.jpg
Impending Soul Crushing Weight Of The Future.jpg
In The Disection Of Two We Become One.jpg
Ink Marks Scratches Lines And Emotions.jpg
Inner Turmoil Created By High Expectations.jpg
Is Life Easier For The Shallow People.jpg
It Spills Into A Vile Horrible Mess When We Try To Keep It Contained.jpg
Monday Rain People Self Doubt Survived Them All.jpg
Mondays Are Full Of Unicoens Rainbows And Really Sharp Things Waiting To Stab You.jpg
Moving Through The Heat Chewing The Atmosphere.jpg
Music Memories Emotions From The Past Fueling The Intense Mark Making.jpg
My Dreams Are Filled With Lost Emotion.jpg
Old Cragity Hands Reach For The Souls Of The Tortured.jpg
On Saturday The Feelings Drip Out In Chunks.jpg
On This Day My Energy Returned.jpg
Our Uncharted Path Drags Us Towards Our Inevitable Destiny.jpg
Pain And Exhaustion And Still Moving.jpg
Pontificating Over Why We Create Art.jpg
Pure Unfiltered Emotional Abstract Illustration.jpg
Reaching For The Pieces Falling Off Me.jpg
Relying On Preconceived Routines To Continue The Preocess.jpg
Ripping Open Flesh To Expose Nerves Pressing Against The Past.jpg
Roaring Into The Echoes Of Nothingness.jpg
Ruminating Over The Gross Inadequacies Of Others .jpg
Shaking Off The Weight And Relearning To Fly.jpg
Silently Falling Apart.jpg
Solidifying The Anguish Into One Image Daily.jpg
Sometimes All Of It Does Not Seem Worth It.jpg
Sometimes The Monsters Follow Me Out Of My Dreams.jpg
Sometimes When We Strive To Create Beauty It Turns Out Ugly And Horrific.jpg
Soul Suckers.jpg
Sundays Can Be Full Of High Tension.jpg
Tearing Ripping Scratching Through The Metamorphosis Of Change.jpg
The Acrimonious Descent Into Redundancy.jpg
The Gregarious Proposition That Your Internal Ethos Can Guide You.jpg
The Inevitable Quest With Dimished Spoils.jpg
The Sense That What Is Comfortable Is Beginning To Fray Around The Edges.jpg
The Shapes Of My Emotions As They Happen.jpg
The Ugly Bits Always Come Out On Mondays.jpg
There Is Beauty In Not Knowing.jpg
Thrasing Kneading Undulating Constriction Of Flow And Coagulation.jpg
Time Passes Shifting Returns All The While Avoiding Being Pierced.jpg
Tonight I will Try To Block Out The Monsters Swirling In My Dreams.jpg
Torn From The Magnitude Of The Situations.jpg
Tortured Beyond Ones Control To Create Only Originality.jpg
Trudging On Our Knees Dragging Our Convictions.jpg
We Are All Haunted By A Method Style And Medium.jpg
We Brace Ourselves With Broken Mangled Appendages.jpg
We Kneel From The Weight Of Our Convictions.jpg
We Try To Fill The Gaps But They Rip Into Giant Holes.jpg
We Yell Into A Void Of Deafness And Neverending Echoes.jpg
When My Pen Glides.jpg
When Our Heart Stops Our Deams Die.jpg
With Time The Motivations That Move Us Forward Become Weak.jpg
Writhing 2.jpg