Sometimes I Just Gotta Tell A Kid To Shutup
Riding on a bus full of people, four young boys, teenagers actually, sat next to me in the very last row. One was leaning on his knees as he sat…
Entries from my very first blog, The Open Book
Riding on a bus full of people, four young boys, teenagers actually, sat next to me in the very last row. One was leaning on his knees as he sat…
In and out. Breathing makes me cough. In and out. Cough. In and out. Cough. I can feel the germs taking up space in my lungs, living there, thinking that…
Looking up at the stars through the tree branches I can see the belt of Orion and the star cluster Pleiades. The Seven Sisters blink down at me as I…
Not landscape paintings, or landscape photographs, but landscapes in reality. Landscapes that change from day to day, from minute to minute. Watching how the depth and color of the land…
Hungry for food. Hungry for life. Hungry for love. Hunger follows my every move and hangs over my head as I go about my life and create my work. Hunger…
I look for an opening where I might fit in. I walk around and around, as the circle of my family grows tighter and tighter. They spin right, I spin…