You make me feel small-
er than I am. Like a
termite, something icky- I’m
not picky, but it’d be nice if you
could smile once or twice for me.

Seriously. If we don’t get snow soon I’m gonna tweak. It’s like I’m living in Bizarroworld. I’ve never had a winter without at least ONE 8/9 inch snowfall. :(

And if you see my reflection in the
snow covered hills-
well the landslide brought it down.

This is that path that the cowardly sidekick always refuses to take until the hero drags him down it.

If I see a shooting star tonight I’m totally wishing for snow.
(That’s actually a lie- I can’t tell you what I’d wish for or it wouldn’t come true. But I really want snow.)

Swirled Sky ice-cream with a side of Rocky Road.

It’s crazy how life is so simplistic and complex at the same time. Even in it’s beauty.

Sometimes I ask myself if I prefer simplicity to the intricate (when it comes to art) and I can never really figure it out. I think Monet’s quick sketches are almost more beautiful than his water-lilies sometimes. And I can’t help but find the beauty in a simple line drawing on carbon, while I still can stand for an hour in front of a chaotic mixed media piece of pure color. As a person I crave intensity, but that’s also why I love simplistic pieces so much, it’s like an infusion of tranquility in my crazy, fucked up life.

Mehr. Whatever.

Let’s get blind with some frozen rain!

Winter ghosts.