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...
Remembering Bukowski
Prowling the streets and lanes Of Amsterdam I used to cruise the bookstores With...
A Confession (of sorts)
You’d think by now I’d know better (or maybe not, who can really say?)...