Well I’ve been thinking its about time I catch up with fellow dwellers of these nets of inter.. So here is a little taste of what im cooking ATM
-SimplePrimate
Acrylics & Oils on homemade canvas 6’4x3 (2010)

I am a man: little do I last
and the night is enormous.
But I look up:
the stars write.
Unknowing I understand:
I too am written,
and at this very moment
someone spells me out.
~Octavio Paz
If I want to talk about love
I do it with anyone but you
because that way I can talk
about your singing at the drive-thru
about our last night together
that I wanted to last forever.
We prolonged the hours
until there was nothing else to do
but surrender to the night;
we should have stayed awake
but the night was already dead
and we were ghosts wandering in time.
Little did we know that the night belonged to us.
Laying on the floor for waiting.
Randomness near the easel
Portrait of L. Keyes - (Voyeur Behind the Curtain)
Oils on Canvas 24x36 - 2010
I Felt I needed to show Tumblr some love.
I don’t think about time. I think about hours. Like how many hours we have to be ours.
I don’t remember history. I remember the past. Like the contrast between our now and our past.
Do you remember that time? Oh..I remember that time. What time is it? How many hours have past? We’d just been there, but time moved fast.
Study of nude female figure with ballpoint pen - 2004
(Is that big bird in the background?)
The holes in your head are easy to forget…
Doodled with markers - 2004
Licking up Ballpoint Pen - 2009
I was going through my mess and found a bunch of stuff I did in school way back when.. This is a charcoal study of skeleton.. If I had to guess I’d say I did this in 2001 or sometime around then..