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Oh, Paris – I Still Dream Of You

The year 2006. I went to Paris for the first time. I fell in love with the culture, the city, the vibe, the art, the music, the food, the feeling, the…everything Paris was made of…and when I left, I think tears rolled off this cheek of mine because I did not want to leave this beautiful, magical, romantic place I call the verbal heaven.  A few months ago I was just laying in my bed listening to a mix I had in iTunes and Dent May’s song “Oh Paris” began to play and that feeling came back to me, so instead of tearing up, I decided to paint to the song with my emotions leaving Paris that day in 2006. One day I know I will make it back there, even if a zombie apocalypse breaks out.

Dent May: Oh Paris!

"Oh Paris, you've really done something to me, you and I seem to agree here tonight"
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Mind, Music and Metaphors

On rainy days, my favorite thing to do besides pucker up & get kisses from my honey, is to put on some of my favorite tunes and just doodle. I never know what will come out of it when I start, but somehow my brain will focus on a certain verse or line in a song and it will entitle my pen to just make that lyric come to life, and by life I mean become a physical vision. Music is pretty much my lifelong friend, the truth behind all of my honesty & my inspiration for every step I take in life. So before this turns into a shitty Live Journal entry let me stop now and just post what the heck I’m blabbing about! These are from 2009. Pen and Marker over images manipulated in Photoshop.

Tomatoes & Radio Wire Illustration to Neutral Milk Hotel: Two-Headed Boy "Two-headed boy There's no reason to grieve, the world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves, left beneath Christmas trees in the snow"
Sunken Treasure Illustration to Wilco: Sunken Treasure "But there is no sunken treasure, rumored to be. Wrapped inside my ribs in a sea black with ink."
Lovecraft in Brooklyn Illustration to Mountain Goats: Lovecraft In Brooklyn ""Someday somethings coming, From way out beyond the stars, To kill us while we stand here, It will store our brains in mason jars."