RunawayArtistX

Personal art blog etc.

[heterotopian]

“Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.” ― William S. Burroughs

[runawayartistx]

I recycle toilet paper rolls and use them to make small art journal paintings.

[books-n-quotes]

I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.

Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being A Wallflower (via books-n-quotes)

[runawayartistx]

Desertedsoul Truthteller on Instagram: “In support of the national prison strike 2018*🔊🔍🔐⛓ #USinChains #prisonreformnow #prisonstrike2018 #criminalinjustice #inmatesupport…”

7 Likes, 1 Comments - Desertedsoul Truthteller (@usinchains) on Instagram: “In support of the national prison strike 2018*🔊🔍🔐⛓ #USinChains #prisonreformnow #prisonstrike2018…”

[runawayartistx]

finding your muse

"But the truth is: no place is ordinary! Wherever we are, in the darkest city street, the most quiet country town, living with our parents in the upstairs bedroom, or in bright and shining Paris itself: we can find a unique way to draw inspiration and seek out our muse." - Alisa Burke, 'seeking your muse' 

[deuiletoiles-deactivated2019041]

Oh, Ted, what have you done now?! Method. Technique. They still don’t know how. You’re on TV now! You’re a fucking star – wow! C’mon, surely you gloat a little; When you walk to the chow hall, To med line for skittles. Seriously, you taking that shit? I remember when I stopped taking it. No, you’re not the only cat trying to get free, But didn’t you write you’re not with anarchy? Yes I know that prison does funny things, And we both know mind can be a funny thing. Yes, Ted, I know how you feel about Reds, Masquerading as anarchists; Yeah that shit is dead. Even Zerzan and them with green and black flags, Checking their Facebooks, Writing their tags. Anyway you’ve asked what have we done; What they did, Ted, No, I’m not the one. The !Kung and the !Ko; Well what do you know? Attack Marshall Sahlins?! No, FC, no. It isn’t your ideas to which I object, But your methods, Ted, Fuck – what did you expect? You’re kind of inconsistent at times; Who isn’t? We’re mostly machines now, And hacked algorithms. I wrote you a letter. Thanks, you wrote back. And, no, I’m not the new Left, Nor the old left at that. I’ll not use your words, As a base for attack; But, hey HUMAN, we miss you, Won’t you come back?

[runawayartistx]

“How is it we still call ourselves the land of the free? And brave!? What bravery is terrified of everything?! Of our own neighbors, of the government supposedly elected only to do our biddin…

Written by an innocent incarcerated individual.

[runawayartistx]

Our coral is dying! This would be a loss of an ENTIRE ECO-SYSTEM!! Find out what you can do to help and get involved, please!

#coral #ecosystems #environment #savetheenvironment

[runawayartistx]

#thegnomist #beautythroughart #touchsomeoneslife #thelittleowl

[runawayartistx]

My banshee girl loves her daddy

[runawayartistx]

A 'real' Daily reflection

My heart broke a long time ago But In denial, to believe-I refused Now It has band aids, sutures, staples and glue Holds it together for general use and abuse

[jimlovesart-deactivated20190109]

Daido Moriyama - ‘Tights in Shimotakaido’ from the How To Create A Beautiful Picture series, 1987. 

[deuiletoiles-deactivated2019041]

one year

The rain would come to sting and bite Of grayscale days and purple nights Moldy morning stomach turns Cold creeping through cigarette burns Mad monologues and worn out soles Bruised all around the puncture holes And just before I shut the door… She’s telling me forever more

Of azure violet royal blue The winter breaks in splendid hues The new rain cool and crisp and fresh Delights upon the dirty flesh The sweet cliches of lovers’ spring And promises the new sun brings While stretching dreams fill shrinking nights The dew-washed hope greets dawning light

Shadows flee the fiery star Another rain, the winter scars Are little more than memory She holds me so tight it sears me And naked save a sweaty smile Laughing fucking burning wild Of fantasies and sun-drenched eyes Fading a bit as summer dries

The nimbus clouds - they never lie Nor stray, and never far behind Crimson amber golden colors Bring late rain, a little colder Sunshine doesn’t come out as much She does not come around so much How quickly hopeful seasons fade! And leave me nothing but the rain

[adrienmichaels]

Model: Adrien Michaels

Photographer: Nostromo Images

[sleater--kinney]

Photo by Connor Crawford.

[verasfarmiqa-deactivated2016073]

Over the years, music put a weapon in my hand and words in my mouth, it backed me up and shielded me, it shook me and scared me and showed me the way; music opened me up to living and being and feeling.

[runawayartistx]

My favorite model, adrienne michaels Gouche paint on watercolor paper, by liz miller