Edge- I wasn't particularly fond of the color pens when I started.
The Young Barack Obama A portrait- Commisioned by the white house to
fill some venue space at the national portrait gallery. Barack Obama portrait,
came out ok, he gave me some good advice, and his autograh.
Attempts-
So I was maxed out to the sound of the infinitum of percievables from the spectrum
when two lesser known one-timers chimed in with explanations for the spectacles
was a stencil still tracing all the lines from the master mind which uses gravitas
from the forms of impression of what it's been impressed upon the story of how it
all comes together to form a simple sort of state of complication in a way its a little
like the vibration of a humanoid homanid counting the stars with his fingers and toes
until the time it takes to notice a change in the consistency continuously stall
all the sudden movements with a harmony alarmingly the more we come to it
by the best of tries leaves us wondering for lack of wanderlust and the contentment
I would describe as simply dying on the planet earth along with the rest of us.
Who's Faces Are Your Faces?-
Remember when the astrounaut gets the acid right into the glass face of the space suit?
Spark-
Moon-
Burn Down The River-
Buddha and his Patron Go Walking-
Graduation-
Lift Me Up -
Lifts her up to see ancestral faces melt and she's preoccupied with pointing out his bald spot.
For Him-