This, my friends, is what you call Death by Scanner. There are a multitude of fine details--tear tracks, words, etc--that my scanner decided not to pick up. Alas.

Bryce and Arik, having a bitter argument. Or, to be more precise, Bryce shrieking his head off and Arik having to listen to it. I don't think I've posted much of Arik and Bryce's bad times, which is unfortunate, because they've gone through some killer shit. Bryce isn't the most stable of men, and he tends to have vicious and verbally abusive shrieking fits. Arik doesn't help the situation much, as he never sticks up for himself and he just lets Bryce keep doing it. Bryce has control issues; he wants to keep Arik down so Arik will stay with him and keep needing him. And Arik is dependant. He really doesn't know how to live without Bryce.

And Bryce, of course, probably needs Arik even more. And he knows it. But he would never admit it.

These two deserve each other, don't they? They're probably the most emotionally needy imaginary people on the planet.

The lyrics are from two songs by Taking Back Sunday: "One-Eighty By Summer" and "...Slowdance on the Inside," both of which spoke to me strongly about emotional neediness and dependancy. Dependancy is bad, people! Other people can't make you happy!

Still working on fitting text into artwork. Some people seem to do it flawlessly; mine tend to look forced. But I'm trying. Oh yeah, is anyone else amused by the two contrasting body types? Bryce better watch it, because if Arik ever snaps, he could put Bryce in the ICU.

[Go on, just say it.
You need me like a bad habit
One that leaves you
Defenseless, dependant, and alone.

We're just protecting ourselves from ourselves.

Are you ashamed to say what you want to?
Tell me you want to
Go on, just say it

(Why can't you just be happy?)

Well, I'll just say it.
I need you defenseless, dependant, and alone.]

[Well, cross my heart and hope to...
I'm lying just to keep you here
So reckless, so thoughtless, so jealous,
But I could care less

And a long night means a fistfight
Against your pillow and my pearly whites
Don't want to hear you scream
You like me better on my knees

(It's a long night...)
I'll give you everything you want
and wish the worst on what I want

Tonight won't make a difference.]

watercolors and gouache
[Collision and general rs]