Your salt clusters upon my eyes, stinging nettles and traipsing flies.
The clouded window I wipe clean, a fog of something I once seen.
Fragmented dreams kiss my fingers, an unwound story that lingers.

learn more?

Blargh. 
Not done. But at least I managed the inks.
Colour maybe? Probably.
Old Sketch done March 31 during the 25th US Tour. 
high resolution →

Blargh. 

Not done. But at least I managed the inks.

Colour maybe? Probably.

Old Sketch done March 31 during the 25th US Tour.