This work consists of a headpiece, collar and ring. The set is called Beelzebabe.
This is a chronicle of Consumption. I’m not talking about tuberculosis, but I might as well be. Rather I’m writing about Consumption by Inspiration.
After backpacking through India, Thailand and Myanmar my travel partner and I have arrived, wiping our tired feet on the welcome mat of temple burnout. We stand in a queue, waiting for a visa at Cambodia’s busiest airport. It’s approaching ten at night. From here we have just a few more
This post is the last in a three part series. Start at the beginning here. Continued from Buddha & the Scooter II … days later my mother reached out to clarify. “It was the potential of the slow hover, and the silence, magically suspended above the earth that I mourned afterwards. A missed opportunity for a […]
This post is the second in a three part series. Start at the beginning here. Continued from Buddha & the Scooter … it was a deeply personal message, tied to a very specific memory of my mother. I took it as a sign that she would be okay. Here in the land of Buddha, I decided I […]
Dust had woken up early to greet us; dawn was still hours away as we rolled further into Myanmar. The late January air was brash and I was traveling with a man I’d been in a long and challenging relationship with. He and I were several weeks into a long trip through South and Southeast […]
I suppose I’ll spend the coming days at work on more intimate art… like sketches of tissues healing. Coincidence or foreshadowing?
Ex-US Vice Prez, Dick Cheney, was said to be recovering heartily after a transplant of his original, tuckered-out ticker. Cheney trade in Frankenstein’s heart for a fresh one. Dick Head was also feeling full of piss and vinegar following some weekend repairs.
Presenting Trial 3 of You Are Here, my experiment in emotional cartography. You’ll find the full results
Sketches. Punch. Horsepower series. Tally ho!