poetry, poetry
How little I knoweth thee
You have your rules
I have my box
the limitations of my head
arent you meant to set me free?
I cannot feel free though
you appear in the form a white man unchaining me
but when the pencil goes to paper
that metal just snakes rights around my wrists
Youre a box with a false door
and im struggling to find a real way out
enjoying to the utmost our nature as image-bearers of a creative God : a collaborative art experiment perpetrated by a cadre of high school art-gypsies
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
the last post for you mr barkayyyy :(((
cutest freak ever.
coolest teacher hippy ever.
coolest artist.
creepy kyleigh.
oh them dancer girls.
the black swan!!!!!
freaky foreign bird from Planet Earth lol
I LOVE U MR BARKEY
coolest teacher hippy ever.
coolest artist.
creepy kyleigh.
oh them dancer girls.
the black swan!!!!!
freaky foreign bird from Planet Earth lol
I LOVE U MR BARKEY
DONE.
Junior year is over, and I so excited. Art was great this year, but I do not feel like I accumulated as many paintings as I wanted to. That is fine though because I got to work a while on 3 paintings.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
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