the byproduct of ideas... write this one out of being noticed, little hornet leave it plastered in the walls, haunting with its echos a state of well being, the liquid state that matters plastic, the burning king of glory, plastic distorted with the crackle of a thousand empty AM signs pouring from the heavens die to the ego nature lose, and live to see asylum wrapped in the burning, echo write me out of being noticed, little hornet let it all be a dream and a death the only direct reflection on the... creation.. i'd like to make is that no "reference images" were used in the "painting" of this picture... there are photographs (1) contained within, but that was because i didn't feel like painting a face the size of my thumbnail at 6 in the morning. the only reason i mention the lack of references is that i'm somewhat... happy.. with how the lower-left corner hand turned out. Hell, i should have just cropped that to size and made it the picture.... oh, and there is also a scan of some blood. and thats as far as i'm going into that aspect.
