...they speak of a story I want to know. They press emotion out from the white wash world they emerged. In black ink they now exist.

It is the strangest feeling to draw someone, a head, a face, eyes, a mouth... and be inspired by the character that now exists in my world, by my own doing. None of it was lucid enough for me to say i intended for them to look that way or to hold those emotions. The drawing just ended up that way.

Thats kinda cool ya know.

the stone set cliffs stretch taller then our last worry, like the defiant sunset that burns hotter then our troubled minds, facing the tyrant ocean stretching further then our tomorrow and the weight of an infinite carpet of sand

dirt and earth

grounding

to take away 

we kneel 

skin to bone, stripped bare

— el.