Stripped to the Bone

Skelleton, or in some cases Skellevision, a starving artist: Photography, sculpture, poetry.

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Nikon D90
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Nikkor 50mm f/1.4
Rokinon 8m f/3.5
Nikon Speedlight SB-600

This is an art blog, solely run by me, with the intention of inspiring, motivating, and promoting, artists, and art enthusiasts. I give credit where it is due, and I like to link portfolios to my posts whenever possible. If you stumble upon a post without a name and/or portfolio attached it is because I did not know the information at the time. If you can help fix this issue, by all means message me the post link and the artist's name (and portfolio link if obtainable).

Keep touching lives and raping eyes, my little bone bags. ~Skelleton

Stripped to the Bone

You call it a mirror, I call it porn.

If you don’t notice my absence, you don’t deserve my presence.

If I had a pickle for every time you disappointed me…. I wouldn’t be nearly as disappointed.

A friend to all is a friend to none.

Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.

The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Chaos is the score upon which reality is written.

Because, Thug is the drug that niggas fall in love with but Thug don’t love nobody

If you need me, I’ll just be in pieces on the floor.

Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

I wish I didn’t wish so much