The land has boundaries. It has limitations and borders that make a permanent escape futile. My work on the other hand; my words, my music and my writing, have no conceivable end to them. It is in there that I shall find my rest. In a realm with no boundary, I shall never be caught.

Montauk. May 30th, 2012. We must carry forth onward toward brighter horizons.

stephanielux:

All seems lost to you now, but it is just the beginning for me. There is a still a long life ahead, and even longer roads, on which I will carry on loving you until my last breath ceases to issue from my lips. 

The kiss of death

Working on my Tragedy raven chest piece. First photo is from session one. The second is from the next session. I should be able to have it done after the next one. Going to add some dark blues and purples to the wings as well as some red.

Millicent Patrick.

The mother of the Creature from the Black Lagoon!

Would marry.

How could I not grow up loving this? Darkness.