As the Gears Groan

The frigid heart of the machine beat within glass halls.
Life condensed, conforming, upon its unfeeling walls.
A blank slate conceived, molded to its wearer's shape;
On it wrote a covert hand, tiny tears through the drapes.

The heart will stop, the droplets will flee to another cage.

Every not so often, when a brave breath fogs the ghastly glass,
will emerge an ephemeral escaping moment of revelation; of the eternal snake in the goddamn grass.

RAVEN!

Displayed is the tattoo art I made for a friend today. Admittedly the lines aren't sleek and the particular kind of ink and the kind of paper I used proved to be a disastrous combination. These pictures however, should be considered more for their potential than for what the are currently, which by no means is the Sistine bloody chapel of tattoo sketches.


The art looks better the more its minimized, but that isn't a good thing is it? Ah well. Beggars can't be choosers, and neither can lazy men who refuse to redo their art.



The first scan:



Dark wings, dark words. Beware the raven's flight.

Monday blues

A respite was desperately needed in the midst of "The battle against my tenacious, devious nemesis, the writer's block". I've turned to my old and close friend, sketching, to provide a much overdue indulgence in the creative process. Below is the result. Before you consider it, I must caution you that it has been a while since I've put pen to paper for reasons other than to write streams of profanities as a venting mechanism.

I present to you, ANGEL.





Or actually, half of her. I inevitably made a mistake while drawing a part of her which led to her dismemberment for aesthetic reason (RIP artistic error).

I also scanned her prior to a few embellishments. Below are the results.




My nemesis has let the war dogs loose to wreak havoc again, so I am now at a loss for delightful parting words that hint at deep wisdom. Guess I'll have to settle for: I'm hungry. Ciao.

PS:: Dedicated to a girl I was a scumbag enough to hurt deeply. Hope that someday soon she can fly away from all the pain I've caused.