My wife’s skirt.

My wife’s skirt.

Go see my art at Dunn Bros. Coffee, University Ave just west of 280. And get in touch to buy or talk commission!

Http://etsy.com/shop/ModernFauve

Go see my art at Dunn Bros. Coffee, University Ave just west of 280. And get in touch to buy or talk commission!

Http://etsy.com/shop/ModernFauve

Faced with the daily prospects of failure and self-loathing, a numb chrysalis starts to develop around you, and if you are not careful you wake up one morning to find yourself not awake, but in a semi-comatose state, baked into a hardened shell, breathless and mind-numbing. You have to poke your finger through the hardened crispy shell, and after you’ve pushed it through you have to wiggle it about until eventually the hole is big enough to smash a whole fist through.
— Tracey Emin - My Life in a Column - Friday 5 October 2007 (via thesourceofallpower)
Reblogged from mara dara coffee co.

Leaves are
Not beautiful
When they fall, either

They’re just fallen.

We decide what they are
And what they are not
And what we are
And what we are not

And we idealize
The things that give us
Comfort in our own condition.

Nature is never beautiful,
It’s just nature;
You are beautiful
And you are dying
And you are living and fractured
And containing sepulchritudes
So you’ll see all those
When you want.

Quick-sketching things from my tumblr feed while waiting for lunch