Wednesday, March 8, 2017

I've memorized the lines I've drawn 

The words no longer used

The bars I always seem to hum

When I wake up with the blues

I can't even begin to tell

Or know quite where to start

But above all else 

Please know this truth

It all came from the heart

Often inconsistent

And frequently a chore

Typically most satisfied

Locked behind a door

The silence so I keep the peace

Pollution to the ear

Wonder why we dwell in doubt

And think of things you fear

Each day we wake 

An empty glass 

Each moment sparred

We near our last

Our hearts grown cold

From each day passed

And see no turning back

Thank lucky stars

And gods above

For what we've lost

And those we love

Here's to what's to come

We've made it through

May all these dreams come true

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Canva Featured Artist 2016

A huge thanks to @Canva for including me in their article, "25 Art Directors You Need to Follow On Instagram in 2016".

Take a look for yourself... https://designschool.canva.com/blog/art-directors-on-instagram/

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend” 

― Aldous HuxleyThe Doors of Perception

Thursday, February 19, 2015

It seems I know a whole lot about nothing

Saturday, February 14, 2015

You don't have to be like all the rest to become your best

Saturday, January 24, 2015

A piece was lost along the way
I don't know where it's gone
But something stirring deep below
Reminds at every dawn
I can't call it's name
Or start anew
There is no place to go
But still I search in hopes
That one day soon I'll know







Thursday, January 22, 2015

As more time passes
I struggle harder each morning
To gather the pieces
That I'm told I'm supposed to have
I shuffle through truthful excuses
I know I can't give
because I only have a few hours left
After the service I return
To the anticipation of the resistance
And the weights measured