I Didn't.

I don't want to.
Don't make me.
Please.
I said no.
Stop.
Ow.
STOP!
Please?
Don't.
No.
No.
NO.
NO!
OW!
Stop it!
PleaseohPleaseohPlease
Stop.
I'll do anything.
Just stop.
Don't.
Make.
Me.
Love.
You.
Like.
This.

...floating...

HANDS
hard
HANDS
sharp
HANDS
piercing
HANDS
monster
HANDS

GIRL
glass
GIRL
hurting
GIRL
crying
GIRL
fucked
GIRL

"That boy is a monster... He ate my heart and then he ate my brain."

-Lady GaGa

Passion

I had an infinite number of visions at this time,

for wherever I turned my eyes nature,

the sky, the clouds were alive,

in each stone and in the branches of each tree,
everywhere,
my figures stirred and lived their still or wildly animated life,
and they aroused my enthusiasm as well as tormented me
with demands that I paint them.

The cries appeared as shrill yellows,

the hooting of owls in deep violet tone{all images found on Flickr}

i got nothin'

No inspirations, no adorations,
I am all tapped out of a living force that i used to call my own.
i feel nothing the same
i don't see things the same
nothing is admirable
nothing is magnificent
it's only a matter of time anyways.
And that is still all i can come up with.
Sue me.

My hero

In 1942 Nolde wrote:

"There is silver blue, sky blue and thunder blue. Every colour holds within it a soul, which makes me happy or repels me, and which acts as a stimulus. To a person who has no art in him, colours are colours, tones tones...and that is all. All their consequences for the human spirit, which range between heaven to hell, just go unnoticed." (quoted in Nolde-Forbidden Pictures (exhibition catalogue), Marlsborough Fine Art Ltd., London, 1970,p.9)

Wistful Indulgance

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart

Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

Oh take me back to the start

I was just guessing
At numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart

Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Oh tell me you love me
Come and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

Running in circles
Chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

Nobody said it was easy

No one ever said it would be so hard

I’m going back to the start

I made a new version of an awesome song. In the middle of the song i looked out the window and i saw the tallest of trees swaying in the wind. We build houses and support every other thing with trees and yet just a breeze can they dance and sing. That is how i think love is. It's so stong and rooted in a firm heart but the just a breeze of excitement or a swift storm can shake and quiver to the core, yet because of the purity and how the wind and the storms move through love still stands.