end of an era

I've reached the final page in my hardcover journal I made last year in book arts and it is a sad day. I thought I would give it a good send off by posting some of it's finest moments where I was drawing instead of taking notes.











RIP flower book. Time for a new one.

Like a G6

recent sketchbook pages that aren't thumbnails for class.

a poem

So I'm in a sound poetry class this semester, and am now going to force myself to regularly update this thing for realz so here's a poem I just wrote for class.

Friction

All my shoes give me blisters
my wrist hurts
from my sister's
right hook rebuttal
in trouble
from my wordless mother
as blood pours out

Slip my shoes on and walk out