photo essay of the studio
shot the day I decided: I am leaving
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I curated Anastasia's. By curated, I mean climbed up and down ladders and almost died hanging up her tapestry. Look: For scale: A woman from the internet called my work too "dark and clunky" for her taste. Cool. You, internet, should come to the 'hood this weekend...see it in person...nothing lasts forever. Art block party Sat night. Stay tuned for details.
names of artworks poem
about radiation art for youth worshiping rituals native american person part three (neo tribal bullshit) gender neutral youth and beauty and that which truly matters part three sentinels castles in the sky text me jesus breaking apart coming together the courage to stop come see me, no, really, come by the studio anytime. I've got some things I'd like to show you. it is lonely, hiding from the world and it makes the world hard to find... my version of the american dream.. inventing (re) the dream of the new dream jq mad love baby
Also about radiation
but about lots of other things, too works in progress , oil, graphite on canvas, dimensions variable
