l'amour maigre

caoimhe.
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'awww!'"

Posted 1 year ago

sometimes i take my sketch book out places with me. today, i took it on the subway.
a three minute sketch of a strange tells more than a 3 day painting ever could.

moleskin.