"It was a blackout. I don't remember. I don't remember. A blackout. remember. A blackout I don't. a blackout a blackout" (2022) gouache, oil and glitter on wood panel. 12 " x 12"
"Do you not see my situation? Do you not understand the 'spot' she put me in?" (2022) gouache, oil and glitter on wood panel, 12" x 12"
"His roommate or girlfriend told us we could not stay. 'You are grown men,' she said. 'It doesn't look right.'" (2023) gouache and stickers on wood panel, 12" x 12"
"She wasn't afraid I'd leave. She was afraid I would come back." (2023) gouache, oil, synthetic fur, mixed media on cardboard
"'You can't,' said the priest, 'unless you're dying. New Years Eve is nothing like the day before New Years Eve." (2022) gouache, glitter and pens on wood panel, 12" x 12"
"'He did not create everything,' said the driver, draining the last drop from his bottle with his soft, coral lips. 'In fact, he left many things uncreated.'" (2023) gouache and collage on wood panel, 12" x 12"
"Where did the cell split? Where did the star begin or end? I had never thought of such things before--not once, not twice." Gouache, oil and glitter on wood panel, 12" x 12"
"A slinky? I did not understand this woman at all." (2023) 8" x 8" gouache, oil and glitter on wood panel
"Driving along on three wheels, 2 wheels, one wheel, no wheel:
and birth brings death, and death comes with every moment living, and we go from baldness to hair, hair to baldness. And they took my property and the shirt off my back and very truly I tell you, now they are coming for my hair. I am hanging on to life by a hair, a single hair, a hair hanging between myself and the moon. And so i travel onwards, driving along bending roads past bending trees and prairie grass bending like hair, and i will be born again and you will not shave me"
(2023) gouache, pens, colored pencil, glitter on wood panel
"Dante, Admiral Perry, Copper, Tulip, Musollini…the pigeon, always the same brown pigeon, in a bubble of light, traveled with me across mesas, across ice-bound capes, across waves. Even in my sensitivity, I could never have dreamt that this little pigeon could have so many names, for there were so many pigeons that came and went from me, whose names changed depending on the position of the stars. I never fathomed the Absolute Existence of this one, this unbroken continuity of one small life, this one brown pigeon with spotted wings that followed me with its glassy eye, my Faithful One, upon whom my life depended, brown and bird-brained, as transient as flowers"