Thursday, December 27, 2007




Works in progress:

Friday, December 14, 2007

Monday, November 19, 2007

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Monday, April 30, 2007

Remember

Do you remember?

Monday, April 16, 2007

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Monday, March 26, 2007

Thursday, March 08, 2007

I am ocean.


I will crush you.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Text Advertisement


This was a classroom assignment to create a visual advertisement for a company. The company I used in the design is Hybrid.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Sprout


I struggled with this idea but again, my mind, for some reason, settled on zombies. This was my first ever attempt to trace and work on my original sketch in illustrator. Im happy with it.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Oh god, zanga all over again.

Here I am. In 3rd period, finished with what I need to do and left alone with my thoughts. It's a dangerous thing. My mind that is. Well, more-so that it could be if I'd let it. I feel so trapped sometimes. Like I have no one to talk to (when in truth, I do, I just always feel like a burden). This is coming from an only child, raised in a conservative household with parents who have emotions similar to what a box of hammers might.

So what's going right?

I'm with the girl of my dreams. It's my birthday today. That's about all I can think of.

What's wrong?

It feels like a have magma flowing through my veins lately. My outward appearence? Normal. But inside, I've been filled with a mix rage and depression. I try to fight it off and ignore it. But it's always in my mind. It's always whispering in my ears. My whole life I've bottled up all of my negative emotions. Ask around. You'll find few to none that have ever seen me blow up. So it builds, and it builds. And one day, it will overflow. What keeps this bottle shut? Love. Love so strong it feels like I'm in a fantasy. Love for one person. What they don't know is, the day that I open up, they will find out how big this bottle is..

Edit: Well that was theraputic. I feel so much better.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Red



When I thought red, I thought blood. When I thought blood, I thought zombie. Originally, the zombie was supposed to be eating from a dead guy. I got lazy.