Sunday, August 17, 2014

It Isn't Me




I spent yesterday destroying every bit of work that I have 
done in the last 2 weeks.

It was all such a pile of shit.  







There's no art work in progress pinned up to think about.





My pastels don't look alive.

They look weary and tired.



I made light of the Gods and forgot it isn't me 
- it is what they give me.




Going to the gym.



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