Of Breath
September 12th, 2011
I know, I’m not the best with up dates. Forgive me, take this post as a gift and maybe I can work up the next one more quickly. Francis Bacon, cooks me breakfast, I read at and stare at more art than I create.
Dear Me
November 19th, 2011
“The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. And the body is born young and grows old. That is life’s tragedy.” Oscar Wilde
distance
July 4th, 2011
Let me apologize for my silence. Moving across the world takes time. I’m into space and aliens are reading my blog going “Draw or get off the crayons.” I feel like I am missing something as an artist. I want those details to remind myself what I feel like I don’t know and don’t understand. Staring and blue squares going WTF.
wake up
May 2nd, 2011
We start with a hip-hop soup, then throw in a little bit of gravel and air stolen from the sky. We mix it all up with a collection of fresh American magazines. Afterward a serving of pixelated goodness served by the Ladies of the Eye and topped of with a special serenade from the twins. Bon appetit and stuff.
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