We all have thoughts.
I wanna bike jump cook laugh talk run sing dive swim float stargaze skateboard write paint, eat steak, climb a tree, play guitar, see a friend, spin around in a field of tall grass still wet from the rain. Instead I lie tossing and turning as sleep evades me. The summer crickets chirp outside my window calling me to come play. I wish I could.
"I’m a wreck"
So after certain hurtful life events I felt like I was going to burst so I pulled out my charcoals which I have only used once this summer and not many times before then- I guess I was having an artistic dry spell. I didn’t have a plan only a vague vision that popped into my head and in the end it turned out to be something completely different and yet exactly what I meant it to be, that always seems to happen to me when I draw or write.
I want to call him baby, pull the cigarette from his lips, replace it with a kiss.
It’s a little after 2 a.m. and my friend Harley took a picture of herself holding a picture she drew of me so then I made it sorta inception and drew that. I didn’t go for realism in this sketch and I used charcoals.