Cotton Candy War

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    Work in progress. #art #wip #watercolor #arte #artistsofinstagram #astronaut #hummingbird

    Work in progress. #art #wip #watercolor #arte #artistsofinstagram #astronaut #hummingbird

    — 3 days ago with 1 note
    #art  #wip  #watercolor  #arte  #artistsofinstagram  #astronaut  #hummingbird 
    Still working on things. Not sure if I like this yet. Current progress.

    Still working on things. Not sure if I like this yet. Current progress.

    — 4 days ago
    I think this is ready to paint. #wip #art #arte #astronaut #hummingbird #artistsofinstagram #sketch

    I think this is ready to paint. #wip #art #arte #astronaut #hummingbird #artistsofinstagram #sketch

    — 5 days ago
    #sketch  #art  #wip  #arte  #artistsofinstagram  #astronaut  #hummingbird 

    Sketches I’m currently working on for my next paintings.

    — 1 week ago with 1 note
    #art  #wip  #sketch  #astronaut  #children's illustration  #kansas 
    annierol4 asked: Hey, you've got a great blog. m really impressed, can I do a short interview of you on frankly.me


    Answer:

    Absolutely! I’d love to answer any questions you have!

    — 1 week ago
    Forgetting something as simple as my pencil means I don’t get to finish my painting sketch but it also means I get to use my pen to sketch things I will never finish or paint. Like a recreation of the Nightmare on Elm Street poster.

    Forgetting something as simple as my pencil means I don’t get to finish my painting sketch but it also means I get to use my pen to sketch things I will never finish or paint. Like a recreation of the Nightmare on Elm Street poster.

    — 3 weeks ago with 1 note
    I miss these faces. One more day.

    I miss these faces. One more day.

    — 3 weeks ago
    Even if I double up my workout while I’m in Maine it won’t be enough to counter these clams.

    Even if I double up my workout while I’m in Maine it won’t be enough to counter these clams.

    — 3 weeks ago with 2 notes
    First birthday

    You are the whisper of a bloom, you are the roar

    before echoes and I wonder if you know it. Is there

    any thought in those bright burning stars that serve

    as your eyes of your promise? You were, to be blunt,

    an accident, but never a mistake. The kind of acci-

    dent that gives instead of takes, I was a ragdoll

    before you, simply reacting to the rocks in my path,

    but now I’m guided by your strings, I’m your cradle

    and you’re my heart, every laugh and spilling giggle

    a beat in my chest. Med students will say it’s marrow

    in these bones, calcium strengthening these ivory

    ribs, but I know it’s you. The person that cries when

    I leave the room, the person that shrieks atop my

    shoulders, the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever

    seen. I know that’s not very elegant, eloquent, no, but

    the truth is, my life was made to be broken by you so

    we could rebuild it all, the absolutely necessary pieces

    that only a son could add. So happy first birthday, kid.

    — 1 month ago
    #Letter to my son  #happy birthday  #first birthday  #parenting  #parents and poetry  #kansas  #Orion 
    We tried styling Orion’s hair today. Pre-birthday birthday party shopping.

    We tried styling Orion’s hair today. Pre-birthday birthday party shopping.

    — 1 month ago with 1 note
    Working on the next painting sketch.

    Working on the next painting sketch.

    — 1 month ago
    When We Fight

    The distance between us on that couch made a liar of my eyes, I kept creasing my fingers against each other, the coldest paper cuts, digging my nails into my palms, and all I wanted was to touch your hair. You might as well have been in a tower, guarded and so far above me. I had made you angry again. In these moments, apologies were loose change, always so hidden and buried beneath our seats, to be found later when you were looking for something else. All I wanted was to touch your neck. There was a truth throbbing there, a flush in the skin under your clenched jaw. How could a piece of skin so inviting be such a trap? You sat there, a hand’s breadth away, a locked box away, five feet six of terrible non-touch. All I wanted was to touch your lips. Not with mine, that would be too much, but I wanted to take the sliver of dark I had in me, shape it into a word, and leave it between your teeth, give you the power to spit it out in disgust or ingest it in a certainty of us.

    It must be so demeaning that I find you so beautiful when you’re this angry.

    — 1 month ago
    #writing  #personal  #kansas  #locked box  #mansions 
    Going through old photos. Realized that in 4 years of painting I’ve gone from the left to the right. Glad to say I’m still learning. #art

    Going through old photos. Realized that in 4 years of painting I’ve gone from the left to the right. Glad to say I’m still learning. #art

    — 1 month ago with 1 note
    #art 
    Getting these ready for Saturday!

    Getting these ready for Saturday!

    — 1 month ago