EUPHORIA II

Kai started choking on grey breath

We were having sentimental conversations in a coffee shop

I had a mouthful of food and they were arguing in the background

She was getting changed. “Hey”

Percephone went out the window

Dude Ryan started thrashing

Weirdest night of the day

Flipping through the bible deciding which page the burn

Percephone wanted to burn a bible. Happy birthday.

Burning lungs through the coat

This just happened

Bus got delayed. Walking home. Started to skate.

I was eating ramen noodles staring at the TV too long

Woodland

Pocky

I don’t know who took this

I don’t know where we were going either

I am finished experimenting with disposable cameras. They are out of my system. Here are a list of pictures that happened within a 3 month threshold. Some I don’t remember. But all were under the influence: euphoria. I hang out with weirdos and draw dudes skating and praying to roadkill. Oh, and I write a lot. This is the last installment. What now?

I Need Some Ka$h (Preview)

Sneak peek into the upcoming LookBook I’ll be releasing entitled “I Need Some Ka$h“. Nobody probably gives a shit, but I’m interested and looking forward to putting the last few pieces together and putting it up for release. But I’m still drowsy off of nothing. So here is where I’ll stop.

I Need Some Ka$h…

I’m gonna be publishing a LookBook, possibly this month or next, of all my current illustrations and designs (t-shirt) I’ve been doing. It’s not any good drawings, but ugly is the new beauty. I’m gonna make personal t-shirts for myself in the summer. I want to publicize my artwork, being good or bad, for a personal satisfaction. I am entitling it “I Need Some Ka$h…“

video: “Octopus” by King Krule

18-year-old London-based singer, Archy Marshal A.K.A. King Krule has released his video for one of the two singles he dropped late last year, “Octopus“.
I’m drowsy off no sleep and a cup of chai tea. I’m burnt out and could fall into a deep slumber for 24 hours, dreaming for days on end with open eyelids. Half the time I don’t even make sense to myself.
He’s inhaling strawberry cough in the bathroom, mirrors surrounding him as he tries to drown himself in his sorrow. It reminds me of an old movie sketch drawn in the 1950′s, where everybody talked the same and wore a suit and tie trying to be a hard ass. But very vividly played out, I enjoy any video that King Krule does produce. It’s as if he can’t see through crying eyes, singing his broken bird song to an entity that really isn’t there. I especially drew morality and inspiration from him staring at himself in the mirrors. Not looking like he didn’t like the man he saw, or rather envied the man he used to be. But it soothed me. He looked calm simply singing his sadness out with one exhale of strawberry breath. A blue love song. Played over oceans as you attempt to not cry through your words. Attempting to love what isn’t there. And if you close your eyes, you can see a red crescent moon as you stare up at the stars floating over a body of water. You never really know where you’re heading until you panic. Until you leave a mode of discrepancy and become fearful of where you’re headed. But the palm trees soothe me. And the stars never remember my name, but I like that. I can close my eyes and imagine it being our first kiss every time we meet again. But maybe I’m crazy in this white patterned room. Maybe after being awake for 47 hours, I’m still drowsy.

video: “Axela” by Robert Raimon Roy

The eerily-satisfying visuals of Robert Raimon Roy‘s most recent music video “Axela” is hauntingly beautiful. The quivering, colorless projections have me thinking it’s a lost love song in a sketched foreign film, film reel emitting static. Almost like a swan dance. “Axela” took a few moments for it to really impact me, visually and musically, yet instantly I was still drawn in by it’s mysterious ambiance. It looks painful for him to emit even the slightest of sound. As if an off screen, poorly budgeted play played out beautifully, choreographed into the haunting swan dance it is through virgin eyes.

“Axela” is my swan song. And once the projector finishes its reel and fades to black, you can’t help but wonder what happens to the man in the suit.

video: Sun Was High (So Was I) by Best Coast

I’m drowsy off no sleep, a raging headache and burning eyes. I’ve started to sketch again. It’s the closest thing I come to dreaming without falling into slumber. Scattered with lips, cigarettes, odd-looking cartoonist figures with swastikas carved into forehead’s and palm trees with the word “gnarly” etched above beside the clouds. I feel like just another teenager in a city full of nobody’s, lost in its lights. But I can feel myself learning how to breathe each day. I hang out with friends, stroll in the woods and spray paint old street signs while listening to lo-fi indie bands talk about weed and having no money. Their guitar riffs and bass lines stitch their way onto my mind, as well as ripped floral patterns on Value Village sweaters.

I’m drowsy off no sleep and endless dreams that seem to only come true when I have my eyes closed. And each day I am more and more gratified by friends. We’re artists with nowhere to go. So we pack our backpacks with disposable cameras, not enough change for bus fair, a notebook and go. We see the world as we know it. Our world. No hope kids. And we don’t care.

I’m drowsy off no sleep and my eyes are burning. But who cares.

EUPHORIA

Entitled EUPHORIA

This is a compilation of memories and disposables taken within a 2 month threshold. I am not a photographer. I am simply a 15-year-old artist living in his dreams.