I know I’m shooting myself in the foot by posting right after the Queen of Arts and England and her psychedelic water-dwelling fruit creature, but I’ve recently gone on a scanning binge and plan on bonbarding you guys with every half-done sketch that I have ever brought forth into the world. So as a first effort, here is one of my heros, a man from the book of Hebrews 11:32-40
(Also, I cannot for the life of me figure out how to make this picture stand right side up! Arrgh!)
Here’s the story of wishy the whimsical watermelon fish:
Down by the bay,
Where the watermelons grow,
Large quantities of radioactive waste were dumped,
And mutated fish began to show (Yeah, weird. I’m glad I never heard this version of the Nursery Rhyme.)
Painted upon the completion of my Algebra exam today! Now that’s cause for celebration!
Concrete deserts
And streets, the sands
Fade beneath the moon.
All is quiet here,
As two hearts beat.
Their murmurs are under cover,
With whispers through strands.
All is quiet here,
Should I let my thoughts
Ripple through the air?
Yes…
Yes…
Can I, Can I,
Touch your face;
Brush back your hair
From your brow,
Stroke it, feeling for a diamond, for the star’s heat
Lying beneath the ivory,
Yes…
Yes…
Can you, Can you
Unlock my chest
Let the swallows out,
Could your veil,
Screen the moonlight,
Strain the sunlight,
Can we stay beneath the birches?
Drink our communion juice
Our elixir, our wine,
Toast happiness and youth
Feel sunlight on the bone?
Me and my brother (Breaking Culture, or sold out monkey, or afro man, or Gabe) spent some quality time together: I drew this whimsical catfish and he watched MacGyver. Ah, siblings. I’m going to finish it with watercolors, I think.
(I should of done this months ago, but Kmax adoration is a yearlong event, no?)
Dear Kevin,
I finally got my picture taken with you, after about an hour of prodding from my cousins. Twice I shook your hand, and twice mumbled that the show was great. Now thricely I shall say the show was great, and thanks for the show. To begin, it was my birthday, and it was like the show was a gift, and it was my cousin Daniel’s first concert, and he was excited the entire time, and his sisters, Grace and Elizabeth left with a new crush. Thank you for flirting with our cameras, and us in the crowd, you were just wanting to be friends but you flattered your crowd anyway. And thanks as well for your energy; unwilling to let anyone remain passive to the music. Finally thank you very much for performing “Stay.”
You dedicated “Stay” to Europe, and won our foreign hearts. My cousins, siblings, and myself think Europe as home. France, Germany, Slovakia, Hungary, and the land between is remembered with the same sort of fondness some of their backyards. A secret garden, hidden from 270 million American eyes, and with us incognito to Europe. And so like you wish everything could stay, the same as yesterday.
I also know special friendships, birthed, and died by the end of a week (also in Europe). You warbled and bent your notes to infiltrate every crack of my soul (and others), and every note.
It might be sideways, I can’t tell.
Sure there were only two other contestents, but, hey, a victory’s a victory, right?
In the real picture the subject is much more friendly looking.
And he has hands.
