Flipbook assignment.

'Oh Deer, did you hear?

You appearing, holes in my horizon.'

Soms mag je het best toegeven, Ik ben een klein trots ontwerptrutje!

SKETCHMATERIAL.

I DONT THINK FLASH AND I WILL EVER FALL IN LOVE.

[SELF-PORTRAIT]

'If you woulds show this series to a doctor, he would put you on Prozac.'

- at least I got the message out.

LIFE.. I cant place it into seven simple frames.

but since I have to, for me this is 'life..' in seven frames.

It starts with a heartbeat, you grow up, live life, meet people that leave wrinkles in your water, scars on your skin, are the lights of your life, the line that guides you, the bitches that break you, but somehow, still standing on these broken legs, untill we fall apart & die.

I'm just a name, just another name.

IF WE COULD, PUT IT BACK.

TO GET HER.

PIECE BY PIECE.

under the sheets, come kill me.

TRAGIC WASTE OF SKIN.

MAYBE IM JUST A KID, BUT THEN WE'RE BOTH THE SAME.

I'm teaching myself to dream, holding my breath to scream.
I'm teaching myself to believe in the things I don't understand.
I don't even know if they're true, but that's what dreamers do.