Finally went down to Portland for the Judas, Face Your Demons project that me and PeGee are working on. The first session was two years ago at the old studio. Session two was at the new studio, which is amazing. The building itself houses a studio, band room, art gallery, and clothing store. I forgot to get photos of some the gallery showings. I might try to get some of my stuff up there as well, but we will see. When I go back I will get photos strictly of the gallery. But for now...
Through voluntary or involuntary means, cynicism and abandonment prevail!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
High School
Bought a military inspired jacket tonight and decided to make some designs on it with a sharpie of all things. Yes, I will admit I pretty much...let me rephrase that, I directly stole the idea from Fuct, because they made some shirts last year (one of which I own) with Vietnam patches on them. The silk screening of those particular shirts are amazing by the way. But I am not mass producing it, in fact, this will be the only one so I don't feel so bad. As it fades with each wash it will look more natural. I actually like it.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Dismantled Rotaries
The enormity of this obtrusive machine has left yellow tape in the attic.
Grand lights to the north and future libraries cause the throat to ache for lipstick prints.
This is forever.
Who we think we know are never the ones we can go back to.
Our hearts in their teeth reveal the extent of selling a brand.
One can judge that the more someone lies to you, the more they truly adore you.
A true presentation of their smile means nothing.
It's the lengths we go to hurt one another that shows true feeling, because when we do so, it's in that moment we are being as honest as we could ever be.
Hearts and deceit.
Love is an ideal that we have stuck our heads in the clouds to capture.
And that's all we find.
The actuality is always dismantled rotaries and broken glass.
© 2010 D.B. (FS76)
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Vanilla Sky
The thought of trying to attach some kind of explanation for these posts is quite nauseating to me for the moment. Maybe it's just for today, maybe it will be for a couple of months. I don't have that capability like some of my closest friends have to be witty or introspective. Maybe it's just for tonight...
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