I'm drawn to you

I feel you in the air and I'd less than dare to say you feel me too.
I've lately been unaware, but the stare you wear wears me down,
it weighs me down.
So down I go
heavy, not hindered
and we could render something from the sketch in my head
'cause I'm drawn to you
and I've been drawing you
and me
for merely hours, but now I'm stuck on what could be ours.
What could be ours?

New pieces to come

I'm starting on a set of self nudes. I love drawing myself and I love drawing nude people so I figure combining the two subjects would be perfect with respect to my interests. I'm keeping myself faceless in these, though, because in all of my self portraits, I focus on my face. I am so interested in body language yet I never really focus on it in my work so I think it's about time to really pay attention and have the viewers try to look more thoroughly at my pieces and actually try to understand rather than me laying it all out for them.

Just thinking.

In the presence of he whom you love, no barriers are found - no bridges to cross, no walls to tear down. There is that moment and that moment only, in all of its boundless beauty, and it consumes you, pushes you to oneness and openness, frees and captures you all at once and I wish there were a word for that - that mutual, beautiful surrender.

Life is steady

Rest easy, little lady
your life ain't leaving - it's wading, steady
Lie down, girl. You chose your bedding;
soft, sleek, slick silk
Head's getting heavy
Drift into dreams, rough drafts of reality
Keep up that smile -
that's all that I ask of me.