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The Hate Eater

Consumer of judgment.

Unbreakable.

 

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Better Lost

It was worth it.

It always will be.

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Summer Lunch

For my niece, Kennedy.

//  Tools: Pen,  Illustrator, Photoshop, Pen Tablet //

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Fence Predators

Dot one letter.

Forget another.

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Hurts

When you start some nonsensical personal blog you never think about how it could hurt someone you used to love–or still do.

It can make it hard to speak, to draw.

When hurting them hurts you.

That’s never what I wanted.

I just want to keep creating anything until I find some way forward.

To keep running into the fog until I hit something.

To dive into the deep end of a cold pool and go numb.

That’s all.

And I know I have to keep going, or maybe I just want to.

But I hope they’re okay.

 

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Runaways

When nobody can make you feel better.

And you can’t ignore it long enough to distract yourself.

And there’s no such thing as busy enough to forget about it.

And you just go deaf.

Catatonic.

 

You’re not bored.

You just want to remember you’re alive.

Get higher, board faster.

Turn the music up.

Forget how you got home last night.

Remember falling asleep on the couch so you wouldn’t wake her up.

She hogged the blankets anyway.

 

But you’ve memorized the hills, and the ride isn’t such a rush anymore.

At least not enough to forget.

Your tolerance goes up, you blow out all your speakers.

There’s no one to hog the blankets.

And you’re not sure if that’s how you want it.

So you’re just left with that ringing in your ear.

 

But you always wake up one day and realize you feel it again.

You just have to make it until that morning.

When you wake up, and you’re back.

 

You always come around.

Just hold on.

You’ll come around to save yourself.

It will level out.

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Summer Until Hot

I don’t know where to start again here.

So I guess I’ll just start with anything and see where that goes.

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The Third Keeper: Electric Swift

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Things we think we know about a person, relative to what we think we know about ourselves, relative to what we think we know about the world.

Ghosts, judging ghosts, judging dust.

 

So I stopped trying to answer their questions.

Even better, I stopped trying to explain myself to myself.

I built my own monolith in a field.

Mountains from dirt.

Incredible for no reason, and to no person.

 

Winds in any direction still lift, after all.

So tell me, what’s the difference.

Better yet, don’t.

 

 

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Rocketslow

raceday1k

I think I could explain why to do it forever. But then, when would I do it.

Why not just surf on a wave of answerless questions instead.

No ability to explain what it feels like.

No need to explain what it feels like.

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Lung(e)

newLUNGSPSD15k

It can be a little unnerving when the walls you spent so long building up get washed away in a high tide. Like you’re building with sand, and making no progress.

It’s no matter though, you always knew the walls were built out of sand.

You don’t find comfort in thinking they’ll protect you from getting washed away.

You find comfort in knowing they can be rebuilt.

Image note: This is a re-work of my previous post ‘Tracheal’ in preparation for its addition to the Super National store on Society6. All new colors and textures in 6k resolution for those who enjoy scrutiny! I actually ended up liking it a lot more than the original.

 

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Soloday

meetmeonmar1k

The best part of being alone is the lack of a need to find the right words.

It doesn’t matter if I can’t explain.

No need to explain something to myself.

Just a song with no lyrics.

I feel it.

Image note: This one won’t be hitting the Super National store.

 

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Clap Clap

clapper1k

Super Nervous Cow is–for the first time–actually selling something! Say hello to my new store ‘Super National’ on Society6 and get free shipping with this unique link: http://bit.ly/2avo2x3 (Limited time).

There are currently three prints available for a limited run in various customized formats. I’ve started illustrating in nearly 6000 x 6000 px to make sure the larger prints and small prints alike are crisp as morning dew.

I hope you enjoy! Look here for extras and all the usual art of course.

Cheers,
Cow

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Vatic

dontstopme1k

People keep telling me It’s about to start raining, but the only clouds I see are the clouds I’m making.

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Controlled Drive

divers

 

Just because you’re holding my map upside down doesn’t mean I’m lost.

Now hand me back that map and try to keep up, because I won’t wait for you.

Love
Cow,

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Guides To Fusion

pipesshade1kact

A modern tide generator pulls power when the tide comes in, and again when the tide goes out.

You can get rich betting on the stock market going up, or down.

We can’t always choose our emotions, but we can choose what we do with the fuel they give us.

Your love gives me fuel.

So does your distaste..

And it’s all going to the same place.

 

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Waking Up

hey750

I’m sorry, I know I’m not making enough money to keep the wolves fed. I know my finances are kind of a mess, I feel bad about that. Just understand that I had–have no choice. I have to wake up every day and do what I love, I just don’t see any way around that. I can never forget that I only have one life, and that I can’t waste it. It’s something inside me that I can’t ignore.

Don’t worry, the money will come. I’ve been preparing this stage for a while now. I just had to make sure I got it right. I can’t end up like Robin Williams, hung out in a mansion. I had to keep following that voice, no matter what, in spite of everything. I had to do what I knew would make me happy, no matter how ignorantly idealistic.

But the tickets are on sale for the show now. Spotlights are beaming into the low fog. I’m ready to show the world what I can do. Ready to leave their doubts behind me.

You know, in High School, there was this kid I hated more than anyone. I remember suppressing the urge to throw a punch once or twice. It kept me up at night.

But for the life of me.. I can’t remember his face.

So I wonder,

What was all the hate for…

So don’t ask me if I’m doing okay.

Ask me if I’m looking forward to waking up tomorrow.

The answer is yes.

Love,
Cow

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Oh, right.

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Arrogance, how are you. Want to take the wheel for today? You look well rested, and I’m very tired.

I’m not sure if people like you more, or less, or the same. You don’t seem to care though. I always appreciated that about you.

Ready to fly?

Note: Here’s a link to a summarized creation GIF for last weeks ‘Founder’ post.

Image Note: Background Image ‘Twins’ 1988. Script by hand.

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Founder

anxietyreadyWARM1k

Anxiety, my old friend. You’ve been here for a while.

I always thought you were suffocating me in here…

But over time I’ve noticed,

Every now and then.. you loosen your grip enough for me to see outside.

I see we’re still heading the right direction.

And.. I see I’m not suffocating.

And then I see.

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I Can Take This

I-can-take-it

A cockroach can withstand 900 times it’s own weight in pressure, survive on postage stamp glue, and breathe underwater for 45 minutes. Calling someone a cockroach is a poor insult. I should be so lucky to have something in common with the cockroach.

I hope you all find your inner cockroach. Just–you know–not in your clothes or anything.

 

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KSHHH

whatever3

This is your captain speaking, we’ll be approaching cruising altitude shortly. When the seat belt lights turn off please feel free to do whatever you’d like to do however the hell you’d like to do it for–god damn–ever. We’ll be arriving at your destination when you’re good and ready.

Enjoy your life and thank you for choosing Cow-Air!

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