I am an avid collector of good cover songs and I have built quite a playlist of them. If anyone who bothers to read this stumbles across a good cover song, please be kind and send them my way

Thnks Bunches,

Keith

Drawing Final: Spring 09

 Portrait on nine sheets of about 12x12 paper and one 15x20

Sorry about crappy wall, but I was in a rush

Johnny Cash

Assignment was to find an image and draw it in a grid. One piece should be larger than the rest.

Close up on largest piece.

Summer Summer, Oh Bummer

Tonight, 

Yes, this very night

A overwhelming wave of melancholy crashed against my fragile frame

And I believe I stood with open arms

Welcoming the tidal wave of crushing emotions

I divulge in literature and writing to occupy my mind but

I have developed a longing for a girl

Who fascinates me more than any other

Yet, who I feel like I only know by the narrowest of margins

Again, typical me

So, the expanse of music collection mirrors my emotions

Throwing at me the sappiest of songs I sometimes forget could bring me to tears

Blah Blah Blah

Oh, and here is my favorite bit

It is completely impossible to know if my feelings of almost deep infatuation are felt in return by said young woman

I guess it isn't the improbable cause of my lack of inspiration, huh?

Oh, and Venn Diagrams!

Lately, these devices of comparison have made frequent appearances in my sketchbook

They seem natural

Organic, if you will

Great, another sad sad song

Only in the summer do I feel this way

Seventy-Six Days Plus

God, these hunger pangs

No socks

No shirt

Solitary light seeping from the refrigerator

Boylan Bottleworks Black Cherry

Inaudible breathing in the upper levels of the edifice

I hate writing like this

Narratively

Descriptively

A lone tear fell when my eyes fell upon this house

I said to myself

"Here...again?"

These people do not know me

As much as they believe they do

And I lack the adroitness to tell them as such

And no longer do I find comfort in my old allies

We share no common ground

"Yo, you hear that new Gucci?"

"No, but lately my migraines have grown past the level of incapacitating"

"So...you wanna hear that Gucci or what?"

I guess one could say I've been dreaming of freedom again.

C2-106C

I came to, ears still ringing from the night before

Rolling out of a bed that is not my own

I grab my dirty shoes and worn flannel shirt

Stumbling torpidly toward the front door in a semi-hypnotic state of subconsciousness

I am deathly silent

I am inches away from the exit

Inches away from disappearing without making a sound

A sudden movement in my peripheral vision

"You're leaving."

"Yeah, I'm going to do work"

I am given looks of uncertainty and despondency

"Okay...well I'll see you at some point"

Is it wrong, when one knows his heart is elsewhere, to try to give affection to another?

Specifically

In that very room

Tucked in a blanket

Uncomfortable with the adjacent situation

I find it hardly fathomable that the mind and heart

can ever concur

They are of opposite poles