LA skyline frequency (stencil)

church (original photo by me, south dakota. digital work by the thor)

lots of bones (photo+drawing by me, digital work by the thor)

drawings by me, digital work by the thor

unhappy (drawing modified by the thor)

drawing modified by the thor

sweet you rock, sweet you roll

howl

i am watching (spray paint and pastels 2012)

county jail (marker on photograph 2012. photo taken in South Dakota 2002)

trouble in the city (january 2012)

skull (part of drawing in progress)

under my umbrella (pastel drawing, january 2012)

life is humming in my ear

a melody of sameness
drains me of color
leaves me as an outlining
a wiggly charcoal line smudged on my sheets

and the tv is full volume, cause my neighbor is on full volume, cause his neighbor is on full volume

red faced people are yelling at each other
they are furious for so many reasons
and i don't feel a whole lot

it's monday, or tuesday, and so on - life humming in my ear
the red faced are cut off by breaking news, by massive destruction and devastation
human suffering
and i don't feel a whole lot

my neighbor bangs his fist on my wall, cause his neighbor is banging on his, and i don't know what day it is

there are bombs, rockets blaring through the night. many casualties they say. mostly women and children
i don't know the women, the children, i don't know my neighbor or my neighbors neighbor
the red faced are back on, gesturing and blaming
i don't feel a whole lot

i boil rice, cause i know how to do it, and children get their legs blown off, and women are decapitated
i'm just a crooked charcoal silhouette on my kitchen wall
cook for fifteen minutes over low flame until water has evaporated or rice is soft

rape and kidnappings and slow death. can someone tell me what day it is?

life is humming in my ear

pigeons (stavern, norway 2009)

being in love by Jason Molina

fetus (another drawing in progress)

birdhead (another drawing with my latest obsession with birds)

finally

i finally dreamt my way into a haze of broken vinyl jitter
a needle scratching white noise, all across my heart
tracks laid down like beaten paths
spinning circles on my floor
dusty rain of clicks and pops
knee-deep in the night
caught inside the rib-cage of a sparrow
with feathers tickling secrets in my ear
the sound of the world screaming in reverse
i would reach out and touch it all
if my arms weren't flowers, whithering away
knee-deep with the white noise
boiling in my veins
racing all through my head
i finally dreamt my way into a night that will never end
and my heart is filled with the moon

hummingbird effect  (drawing in progress)

peacock (paper cut 2011)

south dakota church (drawing based on a photo I took in South Dakota)

armadillo (lino print 2011)

every last drop (my first attempt at drawing in years)

starving (lino print 2011)

fish (paper cut 2011)

the Blood Reverend

tonight it's not the whiskey
tonight the Blood Reverend rules my heart.
there are massacres in Rwanda,
oil-spills in the gulf,
but what gets my attention are the ants crawling on the kitchen counter.
the Blood Reverend whisper in my ear
a dream of buffaloes roaming the streets of Los Angeles.
he was the burning bush,
the cardboard sign of the beggar,
the dust in the lungs of 1930's Oklahoma children.
he promised  to take me back to the womb,
a uterospective,
then we will walk the Mojave for forty years.
he will hand me the Devils banjo,
so i can become the soundtrack of an abandoned desert motel.
tonight it is not the whiskey
tonight the Blood Reverend makes my heart sick with life.
there is a war in Iraq,
earthquakes in Japan,
but what gets the ants attention is me crawling on the kitchen counter
fighting this gentle urge to go mad.

(from "you are working the angry bell inside my head".)

camouflage (angeles national forest 2009)

Bela... sort of (papercut 2011)

bird? (lino print 2011)

xanax is just xanax spelled backwards

on the green

hole 8, and five over par

southern california sunshine numb

leaning on a putting iron

leaning on a fistful of xanax

i had given up on the game a long time ago

just didn't know it yet

my friend was strung out on speed and coke

"breakfast of champions", he said

he had been aimlessly whacking the ball for the last hour

"fifty bucks to whoever hits Brian Wilson" he suddenly yelled!

sure enough, there was Brian Wilson, 

standing by the mexican food-truck,

waiting for a taco or burrito or God knows what

i felt xanax confident

so i walked over and shook his hand

i told him thank you, 

and that his music probably saved my life

"probably" he asked?

"yes" i said, and walked away

i told my friend to take some xanax and chill out

"xanax is just xanax spelled backwards" he said

and i could not argue with that

we never finished that round of golf,

but somehow i still feel like i won

(from "you are working the angry bell inside my head". see earlier post)

dead elephant in suit (lino print and watercolor 2011)

homeward (papercut 2011)

sparrow (linocut 2011)

seasick (cabo san lucas, mexico 2010)

classic girl (hollywood 2011)

blimp (hollywood 2009)

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lightpole (griffith park 2011)

love in hollywood (griffith park 2011)

pigeons (stavern, norway 2009)

harbor (stavern, norway 2009)

playing with fire 3 (hollywood 2010)

house (stavern, norway 2009)

mirrorball (drammen, norway 2009)

playing with fire 2 (hollywood 2010)

petrified forest 2 (arizona 2011)

gekko (waimea bay 2011)

unhappy camper (krokstadelva, norway 2009)

pretty in pink (beverly hills 2011)