my desk circa 2006
would you LOOK at that CORDLESS PHONE! the hours i spent talking and listening on that thing
i like have been bellyaching over which of my billion art forms to prioritize while drip-feeding each one into the gaping maw of my desire but look!!! look at what happens when you just sit with one piece until it declares itself done!!! such the tie-dyed aesthetic. and to think i was only an infant, 17 years old, at the time. to think that all this can be scratched on newsprint paper with five pencils.
i made this self-portrait before i inexplicably, for a time, was afraid of my own hands.
naturally, we suspect: is my art telling me my future?
IS my art telling me my future. AM I TO BE ENGULFED IN LEAVES. well. yes, obviously. we all return to dust. in which grow leaves.
when the heat begins to lift its welts from our scorched skin. then, i will allow my next piece to sink its teeth in me to yield its own making.
in the meantime, a thread of some of my old, dank art :)