....and left me....
....to drown in my own blood.....
....now I am forever....
....leaking inside your memory....
....to torment you....
....for I am your guilt....
...and your reason to stop living....
What the hell is up with my poetry is beyond me. I felt like it, no I'm
not depressed, just mopey still. I have so much to work on that I need
to keep reminding myself what to improve ...
Acrylic painting on 9x12 Bristol smooth paper (it started out with ink
and markers then I realized markers...don't generally like to work in
large amounts of space...). I'm surprised the paper did not commit
suicide! I wish I could have made it brighter but the light red I had
was too "orange"
and I was not patient enough to give it more yellow washes lol...
Fail :|
(the yellow specks is from flecking the big paint brush)
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