“my father
didn’t teach me how to love living things. So I run.”

Lust, anyone? Never mind the Jesus finger. It’s holy too (well, mostly). Weighing in on the 7 Deadly Sins.

In painting, emotions expressed by color and gesture can be linked to architectural spaces.

The collector’s passion borders on the chaos of memories…

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall…

Out on my skateboard… The night is just hummin’…

I never forget a face, but in your case…

“libs,
dems, hippies,
Nazis, euro trash”

“Coke rock is big this summer”

“Isn’t it always like this, two people traveling to some place”

“Learn the seedy details about all the “friendlies” that exist on each of the 7 floors where this girl was born.”

You have no idea just how many puppies went into making this list. Well over 11, though.

“He was standing in the shadows on my porch one night, waiting for me”

Going through the grieving process, and the tricks we play on ourselves.

What comes first, the words or the pictures? Now we know.