Bone
Sketches from the series "Bone."
Bartleby
Rat creatures
The red dragon and Fone Bone
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
66/365
Simon
Today, I saw Alice In Wonderland with Deirdre, Greg, Taneisha, and Erin Ammon. It was amazing. :D Then, we went to Wal-Mart and shopped for my AP Spanish project about El Dia De Los Muertos. We saw Mrs. Ryan there. Then, I went to church. Then, Mom and I went to Habenero for the first time. It was awesome. Then, we went to Martin's where my mom said I acted drunk. <3
Today, I saw Alice In Wonderland with Deirdre, Greg, Taneisha, and Erin Ammon. It was amazing. :D Then, we went to Wal-Mart and shopped for my AP Spanish project about El Dia De Los Muertos. We saw Mrs. Ryan there. Then, I went to church. Then, Mom and I went to Habenero for the first time. It was awesome. Then, we went to Martin's where my mom said I acted drunk. <3
Friday, March 5, 2010
65/365
Colorful Lady
Today we went to Golden Corral and the Hagerstown mall.
I drew her while watching The Breakfast Club for the first time ever. And then The Breakfast Club was mentioned in The Office today and I understood the reference!
Today we went to Golden Corral and the Hagerstown mall.
I drew her while watching The Breakfast Club for the first time ever. And then The Breakfast Club was mentioned in The Office today and I understood the reference!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
64/365
Makeup
My mother does not trust
women without it.
What are they not hiding?
Renders the dead living
and the living more alive.
Everything I say sets
the clouds off blubbering
like they knew the pretty dead.
True, no mascara, no evidence.
Blue sky, blank face. Blank face,
a faithful liar, false bottom.
Sorrow, a rabbit harbored in the head.
The skin, a silly one-act, concurs.
At the carnival, each child's cheek becomes
a rainbow. God, grant me a brighter myself.
Each breath, a game called Live Forever.
I am small. Don't ask me to reconcile
one shadow with another. I admit—
paint the dead pink, it does not make
them sunrise. Paint the living blue,
it does not make them sky, or sea,
a berry, clapboard house, or dead.
God, leave us our costumes,
don't blow in our noses,
strip us to the underside of skin.
Even the earth claims color
once a year, dressed in red leaves
as the trees play Grieving.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
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