TIME OCTOPUS
DIRTY DIGITAL PORTRAIT
SPANK !
MOUNTAINOUS REGION
SHOWER SEER
OIL. BIRDS. SPILL. DARK SUN
> BIG DUME LAWN CACTUS <
STUDIES
A BEAR AND HIS HONEY BALL
A leaf followed by a big brown bear. Sitting criss-cross apple sauce, mittens down fur pressed. Her head tilted so slightly too the right. no attention given to his honey ball to the right. The bee’s recognized their wit and began to swarm the ball. Ripping the honey from the comb. Only to fly away in eternity. Resting in the blimp of her brain.
SHAPE THAT ESCAPED THE TURK
What does a subject expect when they encounter a dealer of frequencies. Not expecting the unexpected, hands hand lobes folded. To numb to pick up any out of ordinary frequency on the radar of who? The counterpart deciphering every twitch, every eye dart, every moving muscle in the face. Feast on weird interaction. Observation. Analyzation. Conversation disgust me, I must rid my hatred. For the gallery world is full of lite and mingle. Fun after some Château Margaux, stolen from a Malibu throne holder.
LOVELY HOUSE CUP
As a non collective society in California the minions of media search for something unique, something new. Independently. Stumbling upon creations. Sighing when our idea has been stolen by some media minion, lurking tirelessly. Look in your pantry, look in your home. You might find something no one has. Or will ever see. Distinction is key but not unique. How you capture that item in your own light will separate you.
MS BAIRD
My high school dean. Oh something to lust over. Or love. I witnessed a change of uniform in the parking lot of T.J. Maxx. Agoura Hills. Antiquities with at least 45 years of age. Bustling around with a respectable firm jiggle. Perhaps relics of a time that knows not of dust, not of wrinkles, not of crust. But of genuine beauty with no standard. Just the relevance of crest beauty. Making its way coincidentally into my spectrum of sight. The snuty yet kind gaze, with a strut like no other.
