ocean city (5:27 am)
salty waves crash the beach. in the moonlight seagulls fly past like ufos. to...
if given the chance
if it was sunny i’d loiter on the front porch dressed only in darkness...
Who Do You Think You Are?
I opted to post something a bit differently for you today, not simply because...
forever out of reach
i wasn’t there when izumi’s tears flowed like mountain streams spilling swollen banks to...
tuesday afternoon
a gang of warblers play a game of tag by the bath occasionally pausing...
a koan (just between friends)
maybe the zen masters of old had it nailed down (just so), how even...
trespassing (again)
a sepia-stained ramshackle mess is all that remains of the gallery where we first...
Art as Embodiment
In this video a friend and client shares her experience of creating a work...