I was bruised and battered
And I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face

Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia


~Bruce Springsteen~

As I awoke this evening with the smell of wood smoke clinging
Like a gentle cobweb hanging upon a painted tepee
Oh I went to see my chieftain with my warlance and my woman
For he told us that the yellow moon would very soon be leaving
This I can’t believe I said, I can’t believe our warlord’s dead
Oh he would not leave the chosen ones to the buzzards and the soldiers guns

Oh great father of the Iroquois ever since I was young
I’ve read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums
I’ve learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild
To run the gauntlet of the sioux, to make a chieftain’s daughter mine

And now you ask that I should watch
The red man’s race be slowly crushed
What kind of words are these to hear
From yellow dog whom white man fears

I take only what is mine lord, my pony, my squaw, and my child
I can’t stay to see you die along with my tribe’s pride
I go to search for the yellow moon and the fathers of our sons
Where the red sun sinks in the hills of gold and the healing waters run

Trampling down the prairie rose leaving hoof tracks in the sand
Those who wish to follow me I welcome with my hands
I heard from passing renegades geronimo was dead
He’d been laying down his weapons when they filled him full of lead

Now there seems no reason why I should carry on
In this land that once was my land I can’t find a home
It’s lonely and it’s quiet and the horse soldiers are coming
And I think it’s time I strung my bow and ceased my senseless running
For soon I’ll find the yellow moon along with my loved ones
Where the buffalos graze in clover fields without the sound of guns

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior comes with a bullet hole

(Bernie Taupin/Elton john)

Sorry I haven't been drawing alot lately :(

Random fun yay ;D

in my head my thoughts are like a spider in a bubble

(Frankie Hi NRG Autodafè )

Sketch from a photo.

pink exploding stuff

Starting on a drawing of my dog, Stinky. I'm not sure this will turn out any good.

Experimenting with different techniques of painting - trying to paint more and more loosely with less regard for accuracy and also trying not to use small detail brushes until later. Used a reference with different colors and weaker lights.

Shoot I stuck this image in the wrong section. It was supposed to go in intermediate. I've asked Maiko if it could be moved. Sorry about that.

it's a flower