Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel were on their way back home, following the crumbs they laid earlier. Hansel had to pee. By the time he was done, Gretel was nowhere in sight. She finished the trail alone. 

Alone, Hansel mused how shit favors him. He's always had to fend for himself.

Monday, May 21, 2012


Process video found here. So weak. Tssss.

Saturday, May 19, 2012


I used to sit by the dirt road, waiting for ghosts who once swore they'd stay, that they'd come back. Now, I walk under vault of the sky, chasing the horizon, chasing its twilight. 

The mists curl around my feet. 

"Stay," they seemed to say, before fading away into the past, where they belong.

Friday, May 18, 2012


Their coming and going is as perennial as grass.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


He always seems light-minded and silly beyond reason, but when needed, he's a leader you cannot do without.

Monday, May 14, 2012

So, I've noticed how broken hearts are passionate...while healed hearts are...indifferent. 
Which of them is broken? Which one is truly healed?

Tuesday, May 1, 2012


"What are you doing, Ilena?" I asked the little girl lumping chunks of clay in a mound around her. It reached up to her waist.

She looked up, face streaked with dirt, and flashed a radiant smile, "I'm growing up," she pointed at her friend and continued, "Afon is making sure I am pretty." Paint was sloshed all over the place.


"Where are you going, Ilena?" I asked the little girl encased in painted clay. Only her face was visible.

She glanced at me, tilted her head and beamed saying, "I'm growing up." Her face was fair and her tangled locks framed her face. "Afon kept my treasure in a box, " she paused briefly and continued, "I have it with me. Afon will make sure my face looks pretty." 

Soon enough the cage was sealed. The boy I never saw worked silently as Ilena's beautiful visage blossomed on its surface.

That was the last I saw of her.