Man and His World

Man and His World

This piece of paper is about me looking at Charlie with a pen in Art History while he’s got his eyes on the prize even though it’s getting loud.

This piece of paper is about me looking at Charlie with a pen in Art History while he’s got his eyes on the prize even though it’s getting loud.

"It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in its complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies—not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls."—Kafka

"It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in its complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies—not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls."—Kafka

Man and His World

Man and His World

This piece of paper is about me looking at Charlie with a pen in Art History while he’s got his eyes on the prize even though it’s getting loud.

This piece of paper is about me looking at Charlie with a pen in Art History while he’s got his eyes on the prize even though it’s getting loud.

draw.
draw.
mein ute hat who

mein ute hat who

"It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in its complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies—not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls."—Kafka

"It’s entirely conceivable that life’s splendor surrounds us all, and always in its complete fullness, accessible but veiled, beneath the surface, invisible, far away. But there it lies—not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If we call it by the right word, by the right name, then it comes. This is the essence of magic, which doesn’t create but calls."—Kafka

About:

Hello i'm Jake. I am from Salt Lake City, but i go to "the school of the art institute of chicago" for now. I love art, and i strive to relate to the world with line sound and color. I love people and i hate masks.

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