Please view this post to see the links. He's working tirelessly at becoming a better and better artist. Amazes me already. Check it out,...
Time is the wind to the ocean. Sometimes so slow it nary a reflection on the pane. Sometimes whips and chops things into foam. It still...
My whole life, I’ve found it very hard to passively enjoy most anything artistic. Enjoy in the sense that somehow I don’t interpret it as...
When someone you love dies, your current language expires. First thing to go is the tongue. Then, all treasure you buried rots. And curse...