This sketchbook is built to keep creating. [tap on image(s) to read more]

Gotham Hall, easy on the eyes, tough crowd… the why boxed in.

My output to her input made a hybrid… we came together.

Frowns have a funny way of smiling… when we look down.

Both too in the lower Spica… make cents.

Transparency was broken… it’s okay, the mirror caught the peaces.

Asked for her number, she said hundreds of dollars… should’ve said telephone.

Tulips… out of the darkness they grew.

What was it really like… before you know.

Elephants’ noses grow like Pinocchio… that’s not a real thing.

The wall full of tears… was built brick by brick.

Walked past a shattered glass house… unconscious bias opposed.

Relapse be a trip on… how sobriety reaches new highs.

Their eyes are naked Leo and Zeta… it’s an affair.

Cartoons were not made for kids… pretty pics though.

Love is easily felt… sometimes hard to explain.

This space feels surreal… normally really.

Filet Mignon or Steak-umm… it’s all bowel movement

No bull… the market bear fruit.

See the glass half full or half empty… just thankful for the glass.