montanaro
-from Oranges are not the only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson
'when there’s so much beauty
in the world sometimes I feel
like I’m seeing it all at once,
and it’s too much, my heart fills up
like a balloon that’s about to burst.
..and then I remember to relax,
and stop trying to hold on to it,
and then it flows through me like rain
and I can’t feel anything but gratitude
for every single moment of my stupid life.'
-from American Beauty by Alan Ball
jack's broken heart
7x9 framed, anatomic illustration with heart removed, acrylic paint on distressed paper
the more you do, the stronger they get. Until
they’re strong enough to run into the woods.
Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up if you love a wild thing.
You’ll end up looking at the sky. But believe me-
it’s better to look at the sky than to live there.
Such an empty place; so vague. just a country
where the thunder goes and things disappear…'
-from Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote
'when I remember all the friends
so link'd together
I've seen around me fall
like leaves in wintry weather...
I feel like one who treads alone'
-Thomas Moore
keisha
today my little bro is 22 years old,
so here's a photo of some other lady-killer that
could very well be my nerdy kid brother.
'Happy', I muttered trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like love, that i have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don't have much faith in them and i am no exception -especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these because they're scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence'-from The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson
(page from my journal)
jack's inflamed sense of rejection
7x10 mixed-media
anatomic sketch, dried rose, copper dissection pin, and acrylic paint on paper and distressed canvas.
words by Jim Morrison.
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*you are stellar.
My dreams are about you.
- Amanda Jeannette Arismendez
- Doing the best I can! Working on a film degree and being a good human
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