Criminally Insane

Dear Diary,

Today I want to tell you about miss Clawfield, a young caracal patient here at the asylum. Miss Clawfield is usually quite cheery and her childlike joy makes her very popular amongst both staff and patients. I have to admit she is growing on me, but I must keep these thoughts to myself. I've heard... murmurs... within the staff, ugly tales, fearful eyes and shaky voices. I can't imagine such an innocent young thing accused of such heinous acts. Every now and then she throws temper tantrums but mostly for childish reasons. Simply holding her while petting and whispering sweet nothings to her is enough to calm her down. If all else fails, candy does the trick. The only time I've ever seen her act with any maturity is when she's crying. Miss Clawfield often cries, wails even. When she's balling she tells stories to, or converses with, imaginary figures. Behind the sniffling and choking I can almost hear the ghosts of her past, who she used to be. Miss Clawfield is quite the character, often putting a smile on my face or making my day with a sweet gesture. I think she's taken to me as well. From what I've gathered, I'm the only one who's seen her stare of affection. The magical glint in her eye flashes golds and greens. The green in her eyes dance and you can't help but soak it in, like a firework. The feeling is indescribable. I have yet to understand what her interest in me is, much less communicate with her on a deeper level. Something tells me there's a whole lot more to her. I will continue trying, but not hard enough to break her fragile state. Peace spreads with her here, and I wouldn't want to take that away from the people who need it the most.

--Det. Douglas Barkman 9/15/71

A menina toca violoncelo.

Pictured: Ona Ocelot, age 8, playing her cello.

I was listening to Yo-Yo Ma's cover of Bach, Cello Suites while drawing this picture. My dog seemed to like the tune. She curled up by my side and begged for a belly rub. She looked very peaceful, I was calm as well. This drawing is a combination of two hobbies I wish to pursue: playing the cello & speaking Portuguese. None of which I have yet to master, let alone know the basics. Please correct the sentence if it has a grammatical error. Again, I am not fluent in Portuguese.

Oh brother.

Ona is a good sister. She cares enough to carry her passed out brother, Ollie, to wherever they may be headed. How this came about, we may never know.

Portrait

Hanging out down the street doing the same old things we did last week.

No Game of Thrones

Ona is clearly upset that Game of Thrones did not continue in its usual fashion this week. I understand her plight. Consuming fantasy violence over an extended period of time can start a craving. Ona said that even Jordan & James on YouTube, http://goo.gl/0xDOs, did nothing to quell her blood-lust. So I also showed her this clip from Braveheart: http://goo.gl/VXLrS. That seemed to work for a brief time, but she's got to get used to an absence of melee weapon based gore. There's only so much until you run out. Plus, what would the kids think? They're just as impressionable as ever. Happy Memorial Day!

Fiction

My fiction wants to kill me because I've been negligent. It's growing impatient and I'm growing lazier. The Mountain can easily consume you, the trick is to be the boss of your own mountain. Conquer your wants and desires, slice and dice them. Get rid of access want and focus on what truly matters to you. It's okay to fail, as long as you try again. It's time to stop this madness & start.

Strawberries

Every successful artist finds that pop art that people love. Hopefully this is it. I plan on selling prints of stuff like this: comic style, movie scene prints. I also plan on selling the original, after the prints are sold out. Let me know if projects like this interest you & give me some suggestions of your favorite scenes from movies.