This week I decided to get back into working on art since it has been way too long. I think I’ve used watercolors twice in the last 8 years, so I figured I should work with those a lot more since I’ve heard tattooing is closer to watercolors than drawing. I’m debating on maybe actually taking a shot at that this time around? I don’t know… I’m just so unhappy with where I’m at in life right now. For now I’m just recreating others’ work to try to get the hang of watercolors before I get back to originals. I suck. Hopefully this is the start of something.
Throwback Thursday goes to Bukowski.
“…&when she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred,
centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and
sick. All the things I had learned had been wasted.
There was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
I could swear that I don’t care, but you know i’m too full of shit to think this through.