And we're back to class. It's amazing how a couple of weeks can get you out of shape for gestures. Medium: Vine charcoal on newsprint. Time: 7 x 2 minutes.
Reign of discomfort, anger, sorrow, anxiety, and length at severed waves unveil a swarming world of horrors. Whisper deeper in these ears, a looming meadow of loneliness emerges. Brooding mind, depart and lay hidden.
Dark oceanic blunder focus distance and disturbance fully. Bleeding creature in tears of this manifestation growing. Horrendous branches consume while last thoughts falter, compose this ending formation.
Walking beast consume liquid to twist minds into horrid measure. Running away, outside dark realms, children always seem to suffer. Tears under this bed, in time, will he find you?
The leftover experience of the damaged mind that lack various questions needed to be asked. Early brushes reveal a struggle to relate and speak. Damages on canvas that we witness.
To become selfish in manners that depict a lack of understanding, a horrid brooding fire contact fractured arms completely. Harm composed by the ashes that follow. A tundra voyage in need.
