Flowers With Mental Problems “The Civil war with Earth”

Life is a shell, a thick barrier that you sit safely inside-outside it though, they are waiting. Each day that passes, your barrier becomes more and more weak. They want you. They want you out.

“Flowers With Mental Problems” is the apocalypse. The mass destruction of humans has been in training to a perfection for centuries. We are blood thirsty, killing our own kind without a second thought. Bacteria, viruses, mental illness, and physical debilitation run rampant. It wants us dead. We are but puppets to an angry planet, sick of our indiscretion and ego-The Earth finally seeks to finish the job.

There are laws of natures and we have repeatedly violated them. Punishment will come. Soon, our master will have had enough, the world we took for granted turns against us. The oceans swallow cities, the clouds slam firmly shut, night is the only day; the wind hovers above absolute zero or a thick,vicious hot. The animals we tortured-we can feel their spirits breathing down our necks and the lost Souls of human and animal alike gather in storms. Unable to return to bodies, their instability is electric, fierce and deadly. Their sorrow is suffocating. The Earth’s heart pulses, loud and heavy- a tribal drum that trembles the blood soaked ground and the ones we took for granted they watch us, waiting. waiting. waiting. The flowers grow, ripping through the dirt past the blacked out sky. The master stems feed the demented children below but it is just half of what they need. They can smell humans, they want to take you over. They may release a gas to knock you out of consciousness. When you sleep, they can reach you, seep into your mind and drive you into insanity-they play off your fears and weaknesses, they will drag you into Hell, kicking and screaming. Whatever you do, Do Not Sleep!

And if you decide to die, than your shell is gone. The boundary of realities are gone and though your own restrictions are gone as well-you must than compete in a world where anything is possible. Keeping one’s self together and not becoming another empty breath of wind, another empty soul. You must fight for your afterlife.

We fight though, instead of accepting our death as inevitable and necessary, we fight. Little did we know that World War 3 would be against the planet its self. The one that tried to love us and we kicked until it bled. For Earth to go on, humans must die, our protector has become our greatest enemy.

There is a God…and it hates you.

(This is just the beginning of this story, more soon)

Cock & Squid

So what the hell is up with the big red squid and his phallic friend? No I wasn’t in one of my horny seafood moods, like most of my odd art there is a reason to the absurdity. C.A.S. is a question and statement, the question being why are we so afraid to admit that we have genitals? Why does every other animal swing in the wind and we hide it like a dead body? What is our shame? Also CAS has a bit of a under tone in that I took the power away from the penis, I’m forcing the viewer to really stare at it as a piece of art and not in one it about sex or violence or any other meaning society has attached to our elongated friends. In a way it’s a celebration of beauty and bringing to light what we have hidden for so long-I could have easily done Vagina and squid but people would miss the point and think the squid was a creep :). But anyway you know, it really is a shame when two people can engage in an such a vulnerable and important act (it’s why we’re here after all) and they can’t even keep the lights on because of shame- I say step back and just stare at each other, respect the human body as a masterpiece of evolution, not simply a sex toy attached to a man and a seminal depositing vesicle.

Where’s “Flowers With Mental Problems”?

Well a couple of months ago, I had every ambition of turning out the amazing project known as Flowers With Mental Problems, only one problem-flowers don’t grow in the winter:/…soooo yeah that was kind of dumb but the story line is written out and Spring is coming and promises inspiration. I’ll have the main plot typed up soon and let you guys in on the FWMP’s post-apocalyptic dream world.


The Bleeding Heart–>Phazero Blog Intro

Pron: Phazero- Faze-Zeer-O (quickly) or Phaz: “Faze” for short

Phaz was born on the streets of Dallas well not the person but the ‘entity’ known as Phaz. Dripping with Krylon and with India ink beating through her veins, Phaz was and always will be-untamed. As years passed Phaz evolved, it became more than a moniker-Phaz is a expanding concept and way of life. ¬†Phazero.
Phazero is the evolution of its creator. The two words: Phaze (Phase) is the evolution, progress, change; Zero, infinite,  it is everything and nothing. Phazero is the evolution that never ends, it is who I am. A part of me lies in everything I do. I share with you the depth of human emotion and life experience.
At heart, I am a writer and creator. The camera, The paint brush, The pen-this is my language and I use it to speak to the world. I want you to not only hear me but really listen, feel, think. Every piece was created with intention.
In my captures, I try to find honesty, emotion and catch the soul of the subject. If a regular picture says a thousand words, I want my “Phazography” to write volumes.