Soup

I got a bit obsessed with this one. It sat undone for weeks, this watercolor stuff is odd, for me.

Watercolor on paper 7" x 10"

In progress

I spent several months working on this. Drawing a few additional shapes everyday while on break at work. I enjoy the feeling of accumulation it brings.

Ink on paper 3" × 3"

Ink on paper

Sheet metal shotgun blast

Terrible and worried sick

Here again

phone in hand with;

Violence

Sex

Greed and pride

Humiliation

Extremist affiliation

Ridicule

Haha-reactions

Nostalgic references

Pro and Anti preferences

Fast food recommendations

Child slavery allegations

Bombings and rapes

Another new album-

from that band you admire.

Adopt,

reuse,

refuse people

of different races, nations,

or sexual orientations

But don't forget

a request for donations-

to Make-a-wish fondations

I dropped the phone

yet feigning peace

does so little for

a quick release

A painting from yesterday.

Acrylic on canvas

of the art of patronage

A beheaded snake

lies at the alter of democracy

And people flock

to fill their cups with blood

Running freely from the corpse

all the while

Laughing away the remnants of

our humanity.

RIVER WATER a blatant flow

Sludge in the rising tide

Stormy Skies shy away

Handwritten lies

BREAKING Hallowed ground

Muddy boots worn out souls

Soundless words Cracked lips

Too many teeth

hidden behind that Friendly smile.

Acrylic on canvas

leave me low

down in the basement

cold

Acrylic on canvas

Burned myself again

Nothing but a cavity, I'm set free

Guilty interruption and the door closes

Price is hot, assuming she hates me

Paid it all in my dream

Knees lock as I brace for impact

Candy says "Maybe when I'm older".

the record skips, I hear it twice

Acrylic on canvas

Someone once told me

to hold my breath

I never questioned why

Several seconds passed

then minutes

then days

Barely moving my body

conserving my strength

anticipation held at bay

I sat that way

stuck in perpetual panic

waiting for the shoe to drop

or for someone to say

"Breathe son, it'll be okay"

Just to see how it was supposed to look

A little habbit of mine.

Chipped teeth

and busted hands

Boast that I'm a man

or perhaps

an excuse for why I fail

So violently,

so often.

-soup

What do you talk about

Over your shoulder

The quiet places

With secret handshakes

Speaking into your palm

Hang nails and

Hypocrites

Biding their time.

What do you mean

Under the covers

The stolen promises

With covert glances

Sneaking through the backdoor

Gang mentality and

Sycophants

Hiding all the while.

-Soup

Acrylic on canvas