To The Grave

This is my imaginary friend.
He never leaks a word.
He never betrays.
He takes it to the grave.

This is Navarone. He used to be a gorgeous boy on vampirefreaks.com, and though I’m sure he’s still a gorgeous boy, he’s no longer on that site. Where’s he gone to? No idea. Probably riding a Vespa out in Milan while endless photographers snap his picture every waking minute of every miserable day.

And wouldn’t it be ever so nice to have such a pretty friend as a confidante? I certainly wouldn’t complain.
DISCLAIMER: Any secret you tell him, he’ll tell me.

You spend your sick day off of work sleeping.
I spend my sick day doing this.
Charcoal on 90 lb. Paper.
16” x 18”

Enjoy.



The Lost Art of Keeping A Secret
Queens of the Stone Age

Well, I've got a secret, I cannot say
Blame all the movement to give it away
You've got something that I understand
Holding it tightly, caught on command
Leap of faith, do you doubt?
Cut you in, I just cut you out

[chorus:]
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone
Whatever you do
Don't tell anyone

Look for reflections in your face
Canine devotion time can't erase
Out on the corner or locked in your room
I never believe them and I never assume
Stuck in belief there is a lie
Promises promise, an eye for an eye
We've got something to reveal
No one can know how we feel

[repeat chorus 2x]

I think you already know
How far I'd go not to say
You know the art isn't gone
And I'm taking this all to the grave

Edit: Slight contrast adjustment.


Original available for purchase. Note me for pricing.