My hands are soaking in the blood of angels.
Spring 2012. Purchase.
Self portrait. I didn’t deserve a face.
Winter 2011. Purchase
Boom.
Fall 2011. Purchase.
There were more of these. They got smudged beyond any hope of recognition.
This is where I start losing it.
Fall 2011. Purchase.
It’s kind of an unhealthy obsession. This came out too well for it to have been done by me.
Spring 2011. Purchase.
Sometimes I wish I could do this and solve all my problems, I guess.
Spring 2011. Purchase.
This isn’t that amazing. But I like it.
Spring 2011. Purchase.
I guess I’m an artist who’s confines brought him luck. Choke on second guesses, I know it’s not enough.
Spring 2011. Purchase
Watch your mouth, or you’re gonna make a grave mistake. Watch your tongue, or you’re gonna catch a bullet in the head.
I still love this.
Spring 2011. Purchase.
I hope you think of me when you forget your seatbelt. And again, when your head goes through the windshield.
Fall 2010. Purchase.
