Music Illustration Project
An illustration exploratory centered around my favorite albums that have had a significant influence on my life. The goal of the project is an exercise in both speed and technique, exploring new styles of illustrations and embracing imperfection. The Illustrations shown are a select few of the ever-growing and evolving project.
̌
She left a week to roam
Your protector's coming home
Keep your secrets with you
Safe from the outside
You walk along the stream
Your head caught in a waking dream
Your protector's coming home, coming home
As you lay to die beside me, baby
On the morning that you came
Would you wait for me?
Listen
Where are you when I need you?
Where did you go?
How can I find you when I need to?
Where should I go?
Paper trail on a mountain
And far away
A big trail on a mountain
You'll find a way
The fire outside
It's burning up place
But you're inside
Burning up ahead
Listen
Out on the water's where you're gonna find me
All alone with with my mind, headed for a bounty
I've been living so long all by myself
I can't think of living with anybody else
I'm an oyster pearls locked up in a shell
You better bring that diving bell, oh
But I want you near
Listen
Angela
Like motel curtains, we never really met
And cutting our losses is our best bet
And I'll owe you the rest
Listen
There are no more summer lifeguard jobs
There are no more art museums to guard
The lab is out of white lab coats
Cause there are no more slides and microscopes
But there are still careers in combat, my son
There are still careers in combat, my son
There are no more roles on TV shows
There are no road-cone dispensing jobs
There are no spots left for park ranger
Cause there are no bears left to save you from
But there are still careers in combat, my son
There are still careers in combat, my son
Listen
It was a junk-house in South Carolina
Held a boy the age of ten
Along with his older brother Billy
And a mother and her boyfriend
Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
That were given to him when he was young
And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
And thank god he didn't own a gun
Listen
Horror in the night
Easier, take a breath and sigh
Shadows taking fight
Easily flies right out of sight
Listen
You've applied the pressure
To have me crystallized
And you've got the faith
That I could bring paradise
I'll forgive and forget
Before I'm paralyzed
Do I have to keep up the pace
To keep you satisfied
Listen
