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samspratt:

SAM SPRATT’s 2014 PORTRAIT GIVEAWAY
In short: Reblogs and Likes of this picture are each entries to have me paint a personalized portrait of you.
In slightly less short: Longtime followers are no stranger to these contests but for those new to this or me, I’m an illustrator (my work: www.samspratt.com ) who has worked with National Geographic, Janelle Monáe, Childish Gambino, FX, Game Informer, Angry Birds, Wall Street Journal, among others – creating album and magazine covers, advertisements, and posters – but a big part of me being able to do all that has been you sharing my work over the last 3 years. As my small way of paying that forward, I’d like to paint for one of you as I would for my clients, but ya know … for free. Maybe you want that regal portrait of you in a velvet smoking jacket to hang over your mantel, maybe one of your loved one, favorite character, or perhaps you just want me to paint you however I see fit (warning: this will 100% involve dinosaurs) – if you can think it, I’ll probably paint it – and I’ll work with you to make it something special.
As usual I’ll also be sending signed prints and haikus about your eyebrows to extra winners. The contest will stay open for about a week then I’ll randomly draw winners. You can enter on facebook and twitter for extra entries but be cool and don’t spam your followers.

I would love to win this!

Cool.

conormooreillustration:

samspratt:

SAM SPRATT’s 2014 PORTRAIT GIVEAWAY

In short: Reblogs and Likes of this picture are each entries to have me paint a personalized portrait of you.

In slightly less short: Longtime followers are no stranger to these contests but for those new to this or me, I’m an illustrator (my work: www.samspratt.com ) who has worked with National Geographic, Janelle Monáe, Childish Gambino, FX, Game Informer, Angry Birds, Wall Street Journal, among others – creating album and magazine covers, advertisements, and posters – but a big part of me being able to do all that has been you sharing my work over the last 3 years. As my small way of paying that forward, I’d like to paint for one of you as I would for my clients, but ya know … for free. Maybe you want that regal portrait of you in a velvet smoking jacket to hang over your mantel, maybe one of your loved one, favorite character, or perhaps you just want me to paint you however I see fit (warning: this will 100% involve dinosaurs) – if you can think it, I’ll probably paint it – and I’ll work with you to make it something special.

As usual I’ll also be sending signed prints and haikus about your eyebrows to extra winners. The contest will stay open for about a week then I’ll randomly draw winners. You can enter on facebook and twitter for extra entries but be cool and don’t spam your followers.

I would love to win this!

Cool.

— 2 months ago with 10294 notes

I spilled boiling water on my hand and brain made me shout “SHATNER’S COCK!!”

— 2 months ago

Listen/download: The Lives of Summer Punks by Merry Eiffel Tower High

I finished my new EP today, it’s my tenth in ten years. Listen to it, or download it, for free. I’m proud of it, like I am the other nine. It’s the first time all the songs translated exactly how I wanted them to. Anyway, enjoy

— 2 months ago

Me For You by Merry Eiffel Tower High

New recording for the upcoming EP.

Me For you

I’m not good
Like I thought I was
I thought I was something
But I realised I’m not

And all the pretty young girls
That I used to fuck
Have all moved on
Or grown up

But I still lie here
In my hollowed out bed
With my hollowed out heart
In my hollowed out chest

I slept with girls for their company
Told myself that it’s fine
Because they’re into me
But I just lied to myself
Like I lied to their face
Am I lost, or lonely?

Will you still believe in me
Like I once believed in you?

— 2 months ago with 1 note
#new  #english  #song  #acoutic 
Listen/download: Up by Merry Eiffel Tower High

A song about unexplainable sadness and love:Up by Merry Eiffel Tower High

There’s a frame on my wall
That’s been there since I can remember
It never changes expression
Except for when depression is present It tends to look older
And you thought that was funny
But I told you it’s not funny
It seems to just make me feel sad
To think I was happy because I was younger
You laughed and then told me you were glad

That I will hold your hand
Through the rougher part of town
And I will put my arm
Around your shoulders
Until you are on the bus

There’s a voice in my head
That’s been there since I can remember
It never changes expression
Except for when depression is present
It seems to scream louder
And I know that it sounds crazy
But it’s always been inside me
This heavy weight in my bones
I’m not sure how you’re happy
With somebody like me
But you smiled and told me that you know

That I will hold your hair
Until you are done throwing up
And I will pick you up
And put you to bed
So that you can sober up


I know that
You will hold my head in your hands
When the world just feels too big
And you will kiss my cheek
And hold me tightly
Until I can get back up
Until I feel well enough
Until we have woken up

There’s a part of my life
That I think I’ll always remember

— 2 months ago with 1 note
Lorelei

In the summer of 2012 I had become involved with a young girl named Lorelei, during which time I had also begun a quest to defeat my own loneliness in the worst way possible, at the time she was not to know her role in it, which of course was to occupy my bed and distract myself from myself.

​She wasn’t much to me then and purposely so, that I can say as easily as my own name, we stood to be around each other, and most importantly, inside each other. A pretty girl who upon more inspection rose the line to beauty, all her real qualities however lay beneath her sweetly fitted clothes and they whispered my name as she walked just in front of me, or when she lay unaware on top of my bed.

I wanted to touch her for ever. I didn’t want to hear a single word from her unless it was my own name, and she would say it so invitingly, so weakly, that I could stand nothing else but it’s tone pouring from her lips and digging from her finger nails as they scratched each letter of it into the tensed flesh of my back.

​I thought nothing more of what we were doing except that we both knew what we wanted and were sure of what it meant, which was only in the physical inspiration for carnal pleasures. I didn’t treat her well, I didn’t treat her badly either, I just didn’t treat her how I should have. I wouldn’t give a second thought to cancelling or ignoring, of going days without talking, led by unnecessary machismo, believing us safe in a shared contract. I used her like she used me, except it wasn’t the case, she wasn’t using me she was letting me.

I later found out that she let me because she loved me, and sadly in love you take what you can get even if that means less then you deserve. For Lorelei it was less than she deserved.

She loved me and I didn’t even notice.

I was happy to forget myself inside her. She couldn’t have been happy in return, how could anybody? I was a selfish boy, greedy and ignorant, and she fell in love with that version of me, the worst version. It had gripped her and she felt love for it, for me. It’s something I can only ever remember. How she must have hated herself for it.

I need to tell you that that boy wasn’t me. Though age would have me be a man, then, with Lorelei, I was just a boy undoubtedly, men do not deny like that but boys do. I had become convinced in discarding love, something that had always wandered so easily into me, for a pathos I had foolishly romanticised for years. I chose cheaply because I had never done so before and believed it was an experience I needed to taste, and one I continued believing for so long after Lorelei had given up and flew away.

When I eventually knew what I had done to her, I felt as though I had somehow tricked her into believing that I wasn’t something to be loved like that, that what she felt for me was wrong. And it was at the time, for who I was being wasn’t the truth. I lied a child out of me and let it take the reins while I kept who I really was tied up in the back.

Maybe she thought she saw me for who I really was? Maybe when we burned together in our beds she caught sparks and flashes of the man not the boy? When I carried on taking she must have become convinced she was wrong and so left for good. She loved me then, and I love her now, as the man, not the boy.

But of course, she had never met him.

It’s seems unnecessary to regret decisions I was once so convinced in, but it’s unavoidable to just know I could have done it all so differently, so much more truthfully, and spare the heart of a girl who couldn’t help herself. Or at least take it how a heart deserves to be taken, as a straight swap, nothing more, nothing less.

Poor Lorelei, young and in love, having knew me then.

How stupid she must have felt.

How stupid I feel now.

— 8 months ago with 6 notes

The Swellers, Europe 2012. 

B-roll: Goofs and Ice Creams

— 11 months ago with 20 notes

Jono and I skype and we pull stupid faces and we laugh like idiots and rap about killing people and kissing things, then we talk about life and girls and everything else that doesn’t matter and he is a dear friend who I wish wasn’t thousands of miles away so we could pretend we were dinosaurs and walk funny and drink coffee and be dumb guys together while we figure everything out and be radical.

— 1 year ago with 16 notes
Self portrait, circa 2008

Self portrait, circa 2008

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
#Drawing  #portrait  #self 
Cary Grant, drawn for a show flyer. One continuous line drawing.

Cary Grant, drawn for a show flyer. One continuous line drawing.

— 1 year ago with 6 notes
#Blakfish  #youves  #carey grant 
I use to draw a lot.

I use to draw a lot.

— 1 year ago
#Girl  #Drawing 
jonathandiener:

Please pick up our new self funded, mostly self recorded and self released EP. 

Only $4 minimum donation and you can donate however much you want if you like what we’re doing!

Http://theswellers.bandcamp.com



My beaut friends have this for pre-order. So proud of it and the effort involved and also what it means. Full family effort. Pick up, support hard work at the very least. And, I shot the cover and inside.

jonathandiener:

Please pick up our new self funded, mostly self recorded and self released EP.

Only $4 minimum donation and you can donate however much you want if you like what we’re doing!

Http://theswellers.bandcamp.com

My beaut friends have this for pre-order. So proud of it and the effort involved and also what it means. Full family effort. Pick up, support hard work at the very least. And, I shot the cover and inside.
— 1 year ago with 25 notes