Rhythmic Chaos

"But I don't want comfort. 

 I want God, I want poetry, 

 I want real danger, 

 I want freedom, 

 I want goodness. 

 I want sin."

 - Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

My Private Taj Mahal

Neon

"Every night I cut out my heart.

 But in the morning it was full again." 

                                              - Almásy (The English Patient)

Same dream, seventh night
Lost in the same bright light

Thoughts scattered
Dreams shattered

Where are your loving hands?

Prayers For The Wild at Heart

July 7th, 2012. We drove 66 miles down Highway 39, just for a lungful of fresh air. 

We got on top of the hills, kissed our fist and touched the sky. It was good. 

"This whole world's wild at heart and weird on top."

— Lula, Wild at Heart

Alexandra, Here You Go (As Promised)

I drew this one back in the Spring of 2011. I don't have a story behind this one, I don't even have a name for her. I just sat down on my table one afternoon and started drawing and completed it on the same day.

Only five people have seen this drawing so far, and they all loved her. 

Suggestions for her name are most welcome. 

Meet Trani (Excuse The Nudity)

The name Roberta lingered in my mind while I was drawing her but I finally settled on Trani because I was listening to 'Trani' by Kings of Leon while I was breathing life into this beautiful girl. 

I love this drawing very much, if you ask me 'why?' I really don't have an explanation for it. Maybe it is her eyes, or maybe it's that lingering sense of loneliness she is experiencing that is so attractive.

If only she could hear me. 

"I would love to see you smile. Someday."

Into The Big Blue Sky

The last time I travelled I was on an eastbound flight. We flew really close to the Himalayas. Words are too small, too meaningless even to describe its beauty. It was a majestic sight even from that distance. I wonder what it would be like to stand at the foot of the mountains and just gaze at it. Nepal is definitely going down on my next vacation plan. I've had but a glimpse of the Himalayas and now I really want to see it up-close and personal.

Time to get back in the air again. 

My days are numbered.

Flowers of Evil

I've been reading Charles Baudelaire's 'Les Fleurs du mal' every morning for the past couple of weeks. Call me profane, call me blasphemous. I enjoy reading 'banned' poetry. 

'Turn down to me your eyes, so blue and so full of stars!

For just one charming glance, divinely healing balm,

I'll raise the veil for you of pleasure's secret depths,

And lull you fast asleep within and endless dream!'

— Charles Baudelaire

(Flowers of Evil, Condemmed Women: Delphine and Hippolyta)

Worlds Colliding

"All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds." 

— Richard Brautigan

Sleep, Dreams and Reveries II

She came knocking at my door
Seraphic in the 7 O'clock morning light.
Caught me at my time of weakness, I let her in.
And then there was silence.