Piacasso. VanGogh. Dali. Malanya.

Why can't i paint in my room? I really wantto. Like really. Thats where i usually do it. It's like.

You sleep in a bed. You eat in a dining room. you cook in a kitchen.

You paint in your room. But of course on one of my rampages i had to spill water on the sucky floors. So now i can't. It wasn't my fault...

I stayed up all night painting. That's what you get when you let your heart win.

Art trip. Art treasure. Art anyone? Me! Me GODDAMMIT!

Please don't tell me i have artists block...shit...wait...no.

Because I made a 3D sculpture with black and white paper...I'm good.

I feel good. I just need to do some gesture drawing...the hippie way. Take off the shoes and turn up the music.

Thank God for this...



I'm so in love with soca...making me find my carribean riddim and shit.

Oh man...hope tommorrows a good day...hope my life is long...hope graduation is awesum...hope we have koolaid...

Throwback to the days when i had a babysitter...Ms. Tine. Damn...climbing trees to escape her damn stick...clappin me in the mouth for cussin...and when koolaid was neverending. OH YEAH.

Goodness...I've learned so much the last half year of my life. I wanna learn more.

Omg...i saw this painting today that showed a woman with jaundice...peeling her skin back from her arm...her skin was sickly yellow and pale and she was gazing or screaming into the dark sky while the muscles of her hand was gleaming red...

Pretty sick...amazing. I had to stop and stare.

Ok...Blackbird...love it...