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Are You Happy Now?, ink, 2015

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Gourd, ink, 2015

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Barb, ink, 2015

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Memoriam, ink, 2015

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Vision of a Bird Soul, pencil, 2015

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The Void Stares Back (Experience), ink, 2015

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Emergent Property, pencil, 2015

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Tangle, pencil, 2015

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Points of Light in the Void, ink, 2015

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An Imperfect Circle, ink, 2015

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White Flag, ink, 2015

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Tired, ink, 2015

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To Ashes, ink, 2015

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Withered Rose in Flames, pencil, 2015

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Emerging from Rubble, ink, 2015

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Banana Flower, ink, 2015

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Beneath, ink, 2015

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Burn Out, ink, 2015

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Dream Sequence V: We Find Larval Bird Snakes Fallen from Their Nest and Debate Bringing them Home, ink, 2015

I learned a new word yesterday, courtesy of Herbert Read's otherwise somewhat dry Concise History of Modern Sculpture. This is always exciting especially when it's such a timely one. Horripilate, an adjective describing something that raises goosebumps.

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What Made America Famous, ink, 2015

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Stand Up Straight They Won't Notice Don't Fall Apart Now, ink, 2015

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Dreams Are Not Lost They Merely Fall Beneath the Ashes, pencil, 2015

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Measure of the Fall, ink, 2015

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Vision: Without Robust Methods Get Weirdness From These Issues, ink, 2015

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Hair Study II, ink 2015

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Glittering Eye, ink, 2015

“The thing that most impressed her companions, who consider her a saint, was her continuous weeping…. Then suddenly one day her eyes became dry, without one tear, and glittering as you saw them…. The devout believe this was the sign of God’s forgiveness. Nevertheless, Sister Aparicion does not believe that she has been pardoned, for old as she is, she still fasts and prostrates and scourges herself.”
“She is doing penance for two,” I answered, surprised that my chronicler’s penetration had failed to grasp this point.
-Emilia Pardo Bazan, Sister Aparicion, translated by Harriet de Onis

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There's Always Someone Throwing Matches Around Waving the Shiny New Knife the First to Run When the House Burns Down I've Seen it Every Day of my Life, ink, 2015

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What Makes the Water Holy She Says is that it's the Closest Thing to Rain, ink, 2015

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Dream Sequence IV: The Mask Tells Me I am Loved, ink, 2015

We interrupt our song lyric theme week for a weird dream.

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Abstraction: There's a Million Sad Stories on the Side of the Road Strange How we all Just Got Used to the Blood, ink, 2015

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From the Splinter in the Hand...,ink,2015