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I've started pages on my website for uploading pages from my sketchbooks.
Currently, I've uploaded pages from 4 different sketchbooks, and the collection is growing.
My aim is to add a page or two once a week, as until I no longer have anything worthy of uploading from my sketchbooks. I'm going to start featuring the pages here, also, so as to expand my audience a little more. So if everything works out, the weekly uploads can be seen here, my tumblr, my facebook, and on my website.
Ok.
...that's it.
Currently, I've uploaded pages from 4 different sketchbooks, and the collection is growing.
My aim is to add a page or two once a week, as until I no longer have anything worthy of uploading from my sketchbooks. I'm going to start featuring the pages here, also, so as to expand my audience a little more. So if everything works out, the weekly uploads can be seen here, my tumblr, my facebook, and on my website.
Ok.
...that's it.
Daily Drawing Give-aways
So, I know this is a few days late, but I'm posting a drawing every day on my Tumblr (and consequently on here) and the first person to REBLOG it on Tumblr wins the original drawing! These drawings are random and may or may not make sense, and I have no set schedule for when I post them. So....if you're at all interested in my artwork (thanks btw) keep an eye on Tumblr and be ready to beat everyone else to reblog! Obviously if you win the drawing for the day I will need a mailing address to send it to (in a message/note to protect your privacy).
Here's my Tumblr address: http://wilsonnodnarb.tumblr.com/
Thanks and good luck!
Q and A
What if it ends tonight?
What if I'm too late?
What if you're wrong?
What if there's more?
What if I...
What if?
...
if's make a shaky foundation
this wall can't stand for long
and I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I'm certain of it
no "if's"
"and's"
but you've got questions
the answers aren't here
"my thoughts are not your thoughts"
like a fly trapped in glass
you can see the other side
but you just...
can't...
that peace may never find you
I can't afford you that
we don't all see the same
and you've forgotten that first love.
I want that innocence
can't find it
the child-like
Who You Are, and Who You Are
The blood in my veins or the blood on my hands,
what's the difference?
We're all crimson and our lies aren't little or white
they're black as night and they swallow us whole.
A midnight darkness all consuming
and it'll
press and press and press and press
until you can feel the breaks.
I can taste it.
A greasy film and you can't see through it
we're just too deep.
Heavy hands draw heavy lines and
my box full of erasers is locked;
I lost the key a long time ago.
You're a ball of tape
made of layers but too sticky to unravel.
It'll destroy you.
Then the darkness again.
In the end it's all red anyway.
Shorter Than You Might Think
I set out to write a eulogy and despite the dying ink in this crooked pen I'll make a hole in this page if I have to. Carve it out of stone. I've taken for granite how Your love is mingled in striations through the
hours
minutes
seconds of my days
weeks
years.
I'm convicted/convinced that the evidence is piled high enough against me and I can't run away this time. My cup is full but sometimes it's bittersweet and as the blood on these coals touches my lips I can't help but hit my knees. Wretch
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