Friday, July 3, 2009


Self-propagating explosion of fine-tip felt pens on paper. My eyes nearly dropped of their sockets while I was drawing this at 4am, but I couldn't stop. Is this what my thoughts look like? I could it imagine it to be so. A writhing plague of color, boundlessly spreading. Pure aesthetic release. This thing is obviously out for evil - mind your children.

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