Shoes, abandoned

graduation

from "Twins On Twins"

Fiction Religion, Painting Transgression

It is with fiction as with religion: it should present another world,
and yet one to which we feel the tie.
-Herman Melville

Maybe in the end, painting is as much about constraint as about
freedom, how constraint allows freedom . . . and transgression.
-Jacqueline Humphries

Recent words

Logic is the curse of the weak minded.

Art is a response to mortality.

Music moves us to sex and death.

Peasant blood

The indubitable perfection of a sleeping child

Constant stupor, or perpetual stupor, not sure which

Two more chances, dad.

Death by stabbing on public transit

I lean on your prayers, pastor.

Eroding survival instincts

By the way he smiled you could see evolution writing him out

Fear, pure fear, and sometimes sex

sent you an email

Condescending and productive secretary

All buildings, every structure, every planed piece of wood and slab of concrete ground to dust, washed into the ocean, absorbed into the earth.  No remnant anywhere at all. Nothing to be found. No one to find it.

hands

Shoes, abandoned

wife and child