Posts in " Sketches"

“The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life’s tragedy.” Oscar Wilde

We start with a hip-hop soup, then throw in a little bit of gravel and air stolen from the sky. We mix it all up with a collection of fresh American magazines. Afterward a serving of pixelated goodness served by the Ladies of the Eye and topped of with a special serenade from the twins. Bon appetit and stuff.

“Mothers are those wonderful people who can get up in the morning before the smell of coffee.” Reaching for meaning in my own scribbles, digital and otherwise. Tattoos, art, and other great things hidden inside, come in tell me what you think, because it means more than I’m about to tell you.

In hindsight: The things we thought broken no longer seem that unfixable anymore. Creating and losing and searching for more than what I remember it to be. Dreams of yesterday and paint dust on everything.