January 11, 2010

Over burning fields and bodies

my winged children, all will fly over the mountain wall to the lid of the sky, and slice its belly full wide with their warm knives -not the pin-pricks of starlight- but to bathe in the bright blood of the world above.

Such badass lyrics

5 comments:

yigi chang said...

wicked patterns man, your stuff is reall cool

Galen Milne-Hines said...

i like the orangey colours over the black a lot, it's definitely dark and hectic.

P.S. HE"S HUGE! one day...

winnie truong said...

amazing!

dave said...

i love all of this, especially the contrast and dynamicism...the depth... i love it all except the sorta awkward mangina part

pete ryan said...

beautiful