trespassing (again)
a sepia-stained ramshackle mess is all that remains of the gallery where we first met. i don’t know if you recall how...
Art as Embodiment
In this video a friend and client shares her experience of creating a work of art when she was 13 years old...
Remembering Bukowski
Prowling the streets and lanes Of Amsterdam I used to cruise the bookstores With a fresh-faced comrade Searching for one more Masterpiece...
A Confession (of sorts)
You’d think by now I’d know better (or maybe not, who can really say?) because even though I’d like to pretend I’m...
dying by degrees
i used to think that he failed in his mission, or maybe his followers were to blame, the ones who ran around...