depression

Mad Rush

When all seems hopeless and the wind howls its lonely song and the ocean, once a friend, burns white each …

I like to imagine it as an idea rumbled in, wrapped around the rungs of a thundering chariot’s wheel, smuggled …

A lot of respect for this artist. Didn’t do him enough justice in this sketch! 45mins, 4B & 6B graphite …

Sit and think about the year he said and so I did On my back ‘gainst rough plastic and rope …

Everyone is on the scale, I’m told and that’s enough- sometimes contact with an eye scolds like a plate hot …

I don’t know how you do it; don’t get overwhelmed by the smog of sudden silence like fingers on your …

Some said he reigned from somewhere in the South Pacific, though none knew definitely, as he never spoke. His only …