molly and me

in a bookcase

(Source: organ-grinderr)

guys i’ve started caring about my appearance again

I painted this in less than a single class period last week because I didn’t want to half-ass things after half-assing things for a whole school year, and it just made me remember why I ever liked painting in the first place.

I start out with a blank canvas it seems weird that the second I touch it with any sort of medium, it’s immediately not blank anymore, and then I feel this need to just keep going, and anything I make always always always looks terrible at first because  that’s just how my process goes. It’s the only thing my mind could concentrate on for a long period of time without losing focus. When I think about it while I’m not painting, then being focused on one single thing seems boring and unappealing, but when I’m painting, then I can’t stop until I’m done or until I’m forced to stop. Everything I draw or paint always looks ugly until I add the really subtle details, and it’s amazing how my mind can even take notice of the slightest things. 

Of course, this is unfinished. And that is my friend Nick.

Painting is special to me because I don’t do it often anymore, if ever.

i think i only feel nostalgia for times i don’t remember.

i still have the scar.

it’s surprising that i’m still single :’)

i worked so hard to make that crown