I left my boots on the land and went to look at the sea
When I’m tired it’s easy to fall back on ink brush with primary colors. I was half asleep making this. It could perhaps depict some kind of chariot.
I’m glad the debates are over. The election can’t come soon enough for me.
I started the day with facebook posts about panic attacks, and ended it with this quick image falling out of my brush—bookends?
these trees started as a sad feeling but got touched with a warm fire as I went along
yes, my darlings, I am ready for the stage
I’m hoping you’ll find the earnest awkwardness sort of charming