New-ish painting. I don't have a style. Everything is just wonky....
9/19/09
4/28/09
4/21/09
08-09 bagman sketchbook
This is long overdue
Tell me what you like, and what you hate, if you must hate it.
Some images are cut off and I'm too lazy to fix it. =\ Just click on them.
3/22/09
POLAR POLARIS POLAROID
Hayley gave me a polaroid pack for my Birthday and I've been taking abrupt pictures of people, given slight warning. Then destroying them on the pavement and such.
A blur. An obscure melody. A portrait of a moment. A vague insight. An apparatus. Disposition. Disposed. Forgotten.
4/19/08
Sleep Deprivation I
Foggy glasses and molasses in the kitchen sink. Ingest, you are visually fluent. forget the nonsense. the flag is down today you have to raise on tuesday. forget the stress. lets mellow until we hollow like our lungs when they are full of air. a fair game. a descent one. Always losing a little bit. Always dying. But growing none the less. Until I'm 27, then I'll deteriorate. Decrepit. Discontent. Malnourished. Lost. No more. Game corrupted. It feels the way that warm soup does. soothes your soul. The dream.
Frantic.
well now. Isn't it peachy?
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