friday is waiting

and on the worn book of old-golden song
i brought not here to read, it seems, but hold
and freshen in this air of withering sweetness;
but on the memor of one absent, most,
for whom these lines when they shall greet her eye.

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thursday is belle epoque

study after Steven Meisel’s photos for vogue italy 2008.

sorry for the small picture, i drew on 72dpi and cropped a lot of fails…

i miss italy and that small balcony near san giovanni…

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wednesday is beautiful girls

 

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tuesday is golden

what is silver
in a golden age

 

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saturday is sympathy, monday is blasphemy and some other stuff

168 years since the birth of freddie nietzsche. early mythbuster [see the moustache resemblance with the walrus guy at discovery] and great magician [looks like harry potter’s father, doesn’t he]. oh, he also said that god is dead. unlike punk. punk’s not dead.

the saturday painting.

cover me in rag and bones, sympathy

portrait of and for my friend, umbresh. not really friend actually. more like acquaintance and fellow artist. but very fun to draw.

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thursday is a darker side of autumn

thursday is a darker side of autumn
this is my entry for #Trees-With-character‘s contest : [link]

 

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

[e.e. cummings]

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sunday is like any other day

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

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saturday is a dagger

Long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart.

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friday is saturday

i had a wild night with painter last night. so this is what i got.

i love this clone feature.

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thursday is never quit

i got back to drawing, after i-do-not-know-how-many days, and it feels so good. i’m too tired to do this, but i’d really like to stay up all night and draw.

tomorrow i have to go to work though, so… maybe i’ll do that tomorrow, because there’s the weekend and all. if i won’t be too tired. which i probably will. anyway.
thursday is never quit.

it may not make any sense to you.

but don’t.

also, it may not do you any good either.

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