Yellow Pole

Two roads diverge by a Yellow Pole.
And Sorry I could not travel both,
For both ways lit a red.
And each way is to live or be dead.

And be one artist, long I stood.
And looked down one as far as I could.
For each the either, or one the neither,
Because who could say the way to go,
And so ahead is to and fro.
All the same with change faces,
All the same with change places.

So I sat and sit and waited the while.
Like a lost and abandoned child.
And Old I instantly grew,
As I stood with time forgot
Finally, "what to do?" I knew.
To go and not be caught.

Caught up in fantasy,
Dreaming of things we see,
Rather than living and Be.

-Frost poorly Adaptated by Teas

A resolution

Let's have peaceful days.

MKT

Who is MKT? A person that I'm honored to have met.

Oh No, What Horrible Day!

This is a layout done by mister Frederic Stewart and Emily Tetri, for their class at Nick. I had the honors of painting one. My story was about a glorious day. A pretty one, needless to say. And you know how we all love to worry and worry our days away. But I would say, stop because the real matters that we should worry about is if someone blindsides us on a idle day, or you walk to your local stream and find a dead body. So let's be happy!

Pandy & Octo

When given the chance during our Intern Project, codename, Canvasing for Smiles, in which we had Nickelodeon artist and staff paint canvases to give to children at Los Angeles local children's hospital, I came up with these two paintings of my own. Acrylic on Canvas.

A Rosy Man

Funny what makes the difference.

cornered

Sometimes you just find a good book. And you are just absolutely enraptured into that book that your world no longer exists but that of the one manifested from words. An escape to problems and excitement of a dilemma scripted out for you to lead. Is all of life simply fate? There's the end, but because we don't know how we get there, that we become oblivious. So you question, why is this book so dang good?