for once heartache, grief and loss cross your door you’ll never know how important the artist is, the day wounds tear flesh from bone and vermillion pours by the buckets is the day you know, you seek solace in masters of words, scholars of joy, drunkards of lust and lunatics of love.

what makes you happy?

affirming and healing.

and like moon beams on a dark placid lake you slipped through my fingers

restless i stir... sometimes losing oneself is the only way to gain direction.

“and where warmth and sadness meets, my sore eyes settle, true beauty never ask, only speaks, twisting and shouting, moving from the heart, carrying my breath away every night, waxing never waning”

“let your mind run wild, fall into the absurdity, cultivate that dream, hold it, nourish it, step by step grow it…”

“regardless of perception we are always whole”

“four hundred pounds of vermillion —- gentle giants”

“walk away,

NO.

RUN!”

“pastels ignite rods and cones, visual delight… but there’s something I’ve always wondered, how we as humans tend to exclude ourselves from the outside world”

“it’s something we are incapable of transcribing, but like a dog chasing its tail we get lucky, moments of catching oneself in true form”