Feat of Feasts
I like spring.

I like how green returns to the land little by little.

I like the warmer hues of the sun radiating all the buildings in stark contrast with the clear blue of the sky.

I like the sun bleached shapes casting sharp shadows and the bright tones in people’s complexions.

I like how it warms us all from our cores, and how we can see and feel the sun dappling through us.

I miss spring, when the flowers and the leaves and the bushes an the grass start to sprout.

When the chirps of birds and the cacophony of geese and all the music of the rustling leaves and the shuffling feet and the ambient chatter returns.

To fill the sound of silence that winter inhabited.



In other words, Hi ppl of the interwebs! I play way too much draw something!!! If you want to play with me, I linked my damn Facebook account with it! Lol!

I like spring.

I like how green returns to the land little by little.

I like the warmer hues of the sun radiating all the buildings in stark contrast with the clear blue of the sky.

I like the sun bleached shapes casting sharp shadows and the bright tones in people’s complexions.

I like how it warms us all from our cores, and how we can see and feel the sun dappling through us.

I miss spring, when the flowers and the leaves and the bushes an the grass start to sprout.

When the chirps of birds and the cacophony of geese and all the music of the rustling leaves and the shuffling feet and the ambient chatter returns.

To fill the sound of silence that winter inhabited.

In other words, Hi ppl of the interwebs! I play way too much draw something!!! If you want to play with me, I linked my damn Facebook account with it! Lol!

Surgery went ok, now the recovery! Happy Holidays everyone!

Surgery went ok, now the recovery! Happy Holidays everyone!

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some random improvised musical thoughts

life has been crazy, will start posting drawings again when my eyeball has stabilized

Support characters

There are no supporting characters, yet we are all supporting characters. We’re all the leads of our own lives and the support of each others lives.

Some are reluctant to share the spotlight, some are reluctant to join it. But we all seek our own little corner to belong in.

Autumn is the most beautiful

Autumn is the most beautiful of them all.

Spring has the fresh face of youth, the dewy charm and bursting fragrance; her floral bouquet of accessories adorn her nimble limbs. She shimmers with anticipation and floats about on a newborn wind; she marvels at every new beginning.

Summer is steamy, sultry, she’s older now and comes on strong. Her scent is thick, her light is dazzling and she splashes at you playfully while smoldering you with her hot heated breath. The waft of her scent overpowers and overwhelms you.

Autumn though. Autumn is the most beautiful of them all. Her breath is crisp yet measured. She sheds her coat and rustles her matured limbs. Her foliage has changed into the brilliant colors of her nature. She has a gentle warmth and her scent glides on a cool breeze. She is rich with divergent colors and ideas, she sways to the strum of steel strings, she is preparing herself.

For Winter is just around the corner. And Winter brings old ends and heralds new beginnings. Winter has wiped it all clean and stripped it all off. She knows her fate, yet accepts it with her cleanliness of soul who has seen much and is now rinsed and ready to be reborn. Her tongue might bite, but her sheen is so very serene.

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Play the scenario again. How can you expect it to end? A white picket fence with a 2 car garage and a basement decked with video games. The lawn, the yard, the 2 children and the loving spouse.

What happened to the ambitions of youth? What happened to those incomplete yearnings of searching desire? The hunger for the fruit of knowledge?

When you were young, you devoured fiction and the infinite possibility of past, present and a future that could only be imagined by a naive and inexperienced mind.

Now that you are older… You can’t tell fiction from reality and have lost interest in the infinite sameness of the imaginary. For you have become bored with the tiresome cliches, trite and meaningless, the only thing certain, uncertainty.

You first sought fiction for the answers only to find question after dangling question instead.

At one point I read a lot and wrote a lot. Now I only grasp desperately at the memories which, like shadows, loom and lurch in the dark only to vanish from sight entirely when brought in the light.

But wait! It’s not too late! It’s never too late! Hark! Carpe diem and seize the day!

I am evading articulation via the gymnastics of excessive verbiage…

Another still for the same film

Another still for the same film

Concept still from a personal film I’m working on

Concept still from a personal film I’m working on

an apple a day…

an apple a day…

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Oh Shit Son! Is back! If you want to join hit me up with your tumblr email!

For those of you who don’t know what OSS is… it’s a weekly “themed” art blog where members post audio/visual shits and giggles that fit the theme of the week.

Please tell all your friends and if you have the time, please join us and contribute to the fun and games!