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What is happiness?

Is it something you’re born with or is it something you earn?

Do some people have an easier time with it?

or do we all share this struggle?

That’s what I know;

struggling, stumbling, kicking, and screaming

dragging and longing and begging and wishing

for happiness.

Hell of an effort - to waste.

These things never work.

Happiness is mysterious.

So is sadness.

I’ve just received a pass on my college thesis,

perhaps the biggest test in my adult life.

and I feel sad.

I feel tears brimming up on the edge of my eyelids.

weird tears of joy

That i’m not thinking about suicide... like I did in the past -

happy to be only this sad.

Is that sad?

Is there an indelible line that defines them? Happiness // sadness

or does one turn into another at the drop of a pin?

Is it even sad to be sad?

Maybe too much of it I think.

But super happy people I find annoying too.

especially when they tell me I should BE happy.

I am only BEING , do you know what it’s like to experience my personality?

Can you feel me?

I Am Burning

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Some figure drawings. It’s been awhile, huh!

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Trash Faery

Pencil, Watercolor, Marker, Bic Pen, and Photoshop on Watercolor Paper.

Some artwork I did for Sarah Bellums Bike-ride // trash-awareness journey from SLO to Portland, Oregon all the way up the coast. Good luck on your trip! My the ocean bless you a thousand good blessing.

If you want to see what Sara does, check out her website. She’s incredible!

http://sarahbellums.com/

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Journal post #2

The inner workings!

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An album cover for Subconscious Culture. They’re about to drop their first album in December, Philosophy Unraveled. 

Keep your eyes peeled!

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A series of illustrations I did for a children’s story called:

Klutos Bagma and the Legend of the Harty Faryway

Pencil and watercolor on watercolor paper. 2015

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It's oddly beautiful how when every day is a blessing, a birthday feels like any other day jam-packed with mysterious opportunities. The biggest, if not the only difference, is that people are abnormally joyful that you're alive.

Yesterday was my birthday. When I discovered I was granted a 24 hour voucher for a power to bestow a few seconds of joy onto anyone without even trying, I went around telling everyone I ran into that it was my birthday! It was mighty and silly magic!

Later though, when I was feeling tired, I started writing. And I hit a sensitive nerve. The words treaded confusingly over personal visions of our common grounds, trying to illustrate a frustration that transitively gets worse as I seem to get better.

I don't know how to share it. The frustrations. The problems. Or what I would intend on with that sharing. But what would it matter, anyways? Complaining would be like adding a bucket of water to the ocean.

Instead, what about the solutions? It seems like that's what people find the most scary! Because solutions pose the greatest threat; that we actually have to get up off our ass and go do something different.

And it's hard to do things differently. Sometimes it seems impossible. But... I assure you, impossible is just a lack of the imagination!

So I dedicate this drawing for all you radical lovers out there striving to do things differently. Who take within themselves the heavy truth that the future is determined by the actions of the present.

This drawing is for all who dare to reclaim their birthright of social, physical, emotional, and spiritual empowerment, so they may feel and know their hands effect our shared world.

This drawing is for all that have opened their eyes past the point of no return. Who now are bound by their hearts to live and fight for the equality of all beings.

This drawing is for you, so you never forget that when things start to feel impossible, there is always a place for you to turn for answers when all others have been exhausted. Your imagination.

Infinite gratitude, Eric

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Then Her Wings Crumbled Into Dust

Pencil on paper. 8x11. 2015

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Normal my journaling is a private affair. But I showed some to a friend recently and she said urged me that it would be something really beautiful for others to see. “It’s intimate, like getting to know someone from many different perspectives.”

They are intimate! But it feels empowering to let what secrets I felt needing to push down to come out and be free.

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Elemental Wars when earth was much younger. 

“The fighting was fierce, yet no victor rose from centuries of battles. Like a river, time flowed on, and with each passing cycle, the taste for vengeance grew more righteous.

So consuming was the drama of war, that no actor cared to see that the very theater that allowed them to be was descending into chaos.

Yet, despite the tidings of destruction,

nothing changed.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hadean

Pencil on paper. 8x11. 2015

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Four allegorical drawings of The Elemental War ending, Danu, Lugh, and the essential need for outer and inner transformation.

Pencil on paper. 8x11. 2015

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Mr Pilney - Pencil and watercolor on watercolor paper.

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Esmerelda’s Embrace - Watercolor and pencil on watercolor paper.

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(Series) The Good Life - watercolor and pencil on paper

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Lady Ellhorn What’s Her Name? A short inspirational comic. It in itself is complete, but the story is still unfolding. Pencil on paper, digitally mastered.

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Grimes<333 - watercolor and pencil on paper.

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Students protesting for rights, China, 1989. (Student Democracy Movement). Pencil on paper.