Friday, June 6, 2008
scooping (watercolour + acrylic + india ink + raspberry mix + carmel soda )
i keep having dreams where i am knee deep in dark water that is ice cold and my hands feel like they are on fire. i keep seeing a reflection of a very tall boy running around me laughing. there would be a bird coming from the blank west dropping small crystals that slice me. i want to speak but my mouth is sewn shut and the sky keeps going from dead blue to grey. i feel like i have ten heads and twenty fingers. toy guns float around me and someone is playing a drunken fiddle.