01 September 2012
I woke up in terror. Our apartment was being assailed from all sides, sounding like our windows were going to burst open and rain broken glass on our bodies. Not only that, it was deafening; a full orchestra of the winds and percussion beating down on the roof, the walls, the door, making unique noises on each surface it pounded on. It was simply: hail.
05 April 2012
01 March 2012
|St. Timothy yearning for his flighty girlfriend; so close, yet so far away.|
One day, he will find himself cuddled up with the delicately feminine version of himself [she has light green eyes; his eyes are golden].
By the way, I started a website to document my artwork and the other projects I have been working on. You can find it here: ittybittybunny.blogspot.com