the hum of home

my laptop is overheating and it just shuts off every couple of minutes ... i never thought i would make an ice pack for a laptop. yet here i am, draped over the couch, surrounded by pencils and water bottles and journals and the symphony of noises which fills our full home. my thighs are… Continue reading the hum of home

:.:in trench i’m not alone:.:

06/09/19 the stage went black and the cheering of thousands of ecstatic banditøs was ear-splitting. that didn't stop you from adding your own voice. the moment we had all been waiting for was here - the curtain fell dramatically from the ceiling and the bass began booming. the flaming car slowly rose from beneath the… Continue reading :.:in trench i’m not alone:.:

a night in nyc (part one)

i woke to the shout of, "Get up Jul, Dad is taking us to New York with him!" i didn't get up. not then at least. i sat in bed for a few minutes and tried to understand what had been shouted into my room by my sister. but it only sifted around in my… Continue reading a night in nyc (part one)

goodbye island

yesterday i stared through the water into the rainbow lattice of light that danced on the bottom of the sea - making all of the shadows seem like holograms - and tried to lock it into my memory. the sun was dropping below the horizon but its rays were warmer and more golden then ever… Continue reading goodbye island

on sky and star

I'm sitting outside on the deck of the third floor of our hotel. It's completely dark outside ... except for the scintilla of lights winking across the 7x21 mile landscape. "lost without you" is playing in my ears and I feel the wind brushing over my shoulders as the piano climbs into my mind and… Continue reading on sky and star

on water and impressions

my first look left me with a drawn-out gasp and widened eyes. I had never seen the ocean so blue. I had never seen the ocean so clear. And I had never seen the ocean so beautiful. I had no words for the moment, partially due to the fact that I had lost my voice… Continue reading on water and impressions

schoodles

i can never sit still during a lecture or unengaging class ... my hands must always be occupied. thank goodness I can doodle or who knows how these past couple of school years would have gone. here is a collection of some of my favorite schoodles. whipping up a dream castle whilst writing conjugations most… Continue reading schoodles

tribute to blurryface |-/

My hands are black from the pencil pigment and I thought of Tyler's, just as black, during the rebel era that was blurryface. this was definitely the hardest album cover drawing I've done ... copying the tiny patterns from the original cover was so tedious that it took a full night of drawing to finish.… Continue reading tribute to blurryface |-/

babysitting: a sketch

silence around the big old house except for the pitter of puppy paws as they patter their spontaneous way throughout the main level. occasionally a woeful brown eye catches my attention and a furry head is thrust behind the kitchen counter. I smile, knowing all too well that my pleasantry will not be returned by… Continue reading babysitting: a sketch

silver oxfords

i fell in love with them as a 12 year old with a developing sense of style. many minutes were spent trying to find the pair that suited my whimsy and my edgy and my classy ... hobbit sized feet did not help. but then one day I was Easter shoe shopping and guess who… Continue reading silver oxfords