Basically, this is a self portrait I painted by covering a board in the last of my paints one day and quickly adding lights and darks before it all dried. Just an experiment. When it did dry, i scratched in a poem. ‘I want to dedicate these brown eyes to her husband, the fear me father. / His eyes always quick to judge, / that look down at the daughter who’ll never meet his expectations, / even if she wanted to. / I want to dedicate these rough sketches to his wife, the quitter. / Who’s a better spender and cleaner / than a mother. / I want to dedicate thse bitten nails and scarred wrists to the boys gone by / with warm hands and tilting eyes / who seemed so worth it / for too long. / I want to dedicate these smiles to the girls / with hair / twisted around their fingers. / I want to dedicate every heartbeat to the boy with his head on my pillow / sleeping beside me / who walks in the rain / and kisses my cheek. / I want to dedicate these journal entries to everyone who didnt know me. / And I want to dedicate these secrets and thoughts to anyone who thinks that they do.
Irony…
my oh so tiny idea of hell.
just feeling a little frustrated…
The game is up, the idiots have won, Nathan Barley takes his place at the head of the table. It was a wild ride, but the bile has eroded all the enamel and flesh in my mouth, I can no longer contain it, and the hypocrisy, stupidity and blind-sided ignorance of people who should know better, is too much for my neurons to bear. Suicide, the most violent hateful kind. “In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.” F.N. You’ll never understand what happened, I laugh like a maniac as the moon sets. Just add this to the ‘You’re leaving…’ thread and sit around in your own faeces waiting for someone to make a stand that you can attach yourself to. You ruined something that could have been great with mediocrity. Stop looking at me, go over to the bar, get a drink, and be something yourself. I’m going outside.
what happens when you shove a camera in those famous fat cats faces? / they attack, they lash out, fueled by anger they launch themselves at people and smash their cameras, all because they don’t want a photo… / then they ignore you, until they want food that is…
Acceptance is like love; building together bridges with faith and understanding Hatred blows a wind of ignorance, starts a fire of apartheid and laughs at misery and pain __
Racism is alive and well the practitioners of this human flaw sometimes willingly and avidly embraced this aberration and try to rationalize first to themselves and then to others and to those they want to discriminate against. Vicious circle of a very stupid race that goes nowhere in the end they die but their children may or may not get caught up in this race. Children can speak any language they learn and speak many times the truth of what they hear from you…ask them what they know and see yourself….how are you doing by them? Racism works both ways with black brown yellow white and biracial racists practitioners….and there are code words subtle implied with a wink wink sometimes. / See more stuff at: hinkiepinkie
Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace; / where there is hatred, let me sow love; / where there is injury, pardon; / where there is doubt, faith; / where there is despair, hope; / where there is darkness, light; / and where there is sadness, joy. / O Divine Master, / grant that I may not so much seek / to be consoled as to console, / to be understood as to understand, / to be loved, as to love; / for it is in giving that we receive, / it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, / and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life. St. Francis of Assisi Photo taken in my back yard where I have a St. Francis statue/fountain and where the songbirds love to congregate.
FRACTAL MANIPULATION
THIS WAS A PART OF LIFE STUDY ,OF EMOTIONS, IN NUDE FIGURE DRAWING AT THE ACADEMY OF ART IN SAN FRANCISCO
what is the point of telling you anything / you never listen to me / you only hear the bad, the worst / but the good news? / you don’t care for them at all why? am i nothing to you / can’t you understand me / can’t you try, at least / do i mean nothing to you? why can’t you feel happy for me? i fought hard on my own / i’m slowly reaching my goals / accomplishing them slowly but why… / why do you feel nothing for me? uploaded this a few days ago actually.. just didn’t have it published till now.. you know.. that feeling.. when you’ve accomplished something, but no one seems to give a damn? it feels like sorta.. like having acid pouring out of my heart instead of blood.. running through my veins, burning me from the inside.. tears.. tears burn my eyes.. so much, it’s as if i’m crying blood.. how can i not turn into a hermit? if i retreat from people.. maybe i won’t need them so much. i won’t care for them. then i won’t feel pain if they never care or love or feel happy for me, hey?
WATERCOLOR ON PAPER
Digital artwork, drawn with the mouse inside of Windows MS Paint program.
Oh no, you can’t come out. / Go back inside and wait. / You’ll make me say or do / something, I am going to hate. / Please don’t come out / wh…
With love and thanks to the beautiful and fabulously talented jacqleen for allowing me to show her wonderful, emotional and very powerful work Freezing to accompany Madness / —-—- / Madness can take you over when you don’t want it to and you have to deal with the consquences of that later / -—-—- / Featured by Up & Coming Writers – March 2009 / . / Featured by THE SISTERHOOD – April 2009 / . / Featured by Unconventional Artistry – April 2009 / . / Featured by The X – Sentiment – June 2009 / . / Featured by Imperfectly – June 2009 / . / Featured by The Art Of Pain – June 2009 / . / Featured by !Dark Cabaret! – June 2009 Taken from a collection that I call C’est la vie! *which I wrote many years ago and would have stayed hidden away without encouragement from dogfish / MCN: CC5EA-07846-97EC1
MANS INHUMANITY TO MAN / MANKINDS INHUMANITY ….. IS IT SIMPLY A PART OF OUR NATURE / OR IS IT SOMETHING SO DEEPLY INGRAINED THAT IT CANNOT BE OVERCOME?? HURT BEGETS ANGER ~ ANGER BEGETS RAGE ~ RAGE BEGETS HATRED ~ HATRED BEGETS INHUMANITIES OF SUCH A BEASTLY NATURE, THEN CAN WE TRUELY BE CALLED MANKIND…OR HAVE WE BECOME THE BEAST?? “I’LL NEVER BE YOUR BEAST OF BURDEN” / “AND IN THE END …THE LOVE YOU TAKE IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU MAKE” / “ALL WE ARE SAYING…IS GIVE PEACE A CHANCE” WON 1ST PLACE IN CHALLENGE “APOCALYPSE” IN THE “FIRST THINGS GROUP” / FEATURED IN THE CORE (C.O.R.E.) / FEATURED IN DARK FUTURE / FEATURED IN THE ART OF INTRIGUE
PD image fooled with. For every shit mood I have there is a Henry Rollins quote to put the sunshine back into my day.
credits: / model / textures, chains and roses by navybrat / work time: 4 hours and a pack of Marlboro reds © copyright jokiargu creations 2009 unchained melody thank you for viewing
Self Hatred is a terrible thing to have – to hate yourself. But maybe it is something everyone feels at some point in their life – weather it is over a decsion(i.e, regret) or to the uttermost point of actual hate It is the only way I could see to depict oneself
” Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe ” – H G Wells
After years of heartbreak the heart fails to continue on its journey for love …..thus conjuring it to say Fuck Love ...but it should never give up on love…. Was inspired on me looking back of this relationship I had years ago that went sour …and was thinking back on how I felt about the whole situation. Prismacolor on recycled paper
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