I completely forgot this existed. Here are a few images from the last few months.

I am no longer seventeen years old.

I can't do this anymore. I feel like I'm being simultaneously dragged by a thread and pushed away by indifference. I don't understand anything, and I also don't understand why I have this sudden need to understand everyone. 

My modern Frida. 

I'm too lazy for a scanner these days. 

Tiny flowers and a lot of red. I am going through a very "red" time. 

Nat. Geo. 

Flower Petal

Pencil

"The apparation of faces in a crowd

Petals on a wet black bough"

Ezra Pound

A hurried sketch book drawing at 3:00 AM. I was nervous and couldn't sleep. In contrast to this time of year, during the months of winter I seem to have an easier time warding off insomnia. This is probably because I don't like being awake while it snows for days, and prefer to drown my anxieties under my eyelids.

Late Night Mad Men Watching

It's interesting applying the closed captioning and pausing randomly.