Thursday, December 29, 2005

hey sorry i dotn have a scanner at home and these pictures are kinda crap but whatever. hope your break is going well.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Friday, December 02, 2005

H

HeY you miss. You must be fucking kidding. Do you know how to tell a joke? Do you spend long afternoons riding around in the Ferris Wheel? Do you enjoy the grassy fields that extend into eternity? Or the cyclist who smokes a cigaret while riding to the pharmacy picking up medicine for his wife who is dieing of cancer? Do you like rain?? THen tip toe out your door mr belt sander.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

Ooooooooo MISS


is that a rat in your shoeeeeeeeeee?

Tuesday, November 29, 2005


this boy is out to sea. dont come back boy.

a SONG

MINI TAXES

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Hm


bitpieces

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Monday, November 14, 2005

city dweller

Photo retundra

Some Drawings while in The CHI nese town







AND one thats Not, but it does eat grilled cheese. WHY? Because bread and cheese is greater than or equal to god.

from a book

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Sunday, November 06, 2005

i dont know why but every polaroid picture i scan in comes out like that. sorry

clown on his steel cot

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

s

snow stop signs sleep synthesis so secrets smell serious shop store sales shirts shoes shake soup so sinks scrub sand so snake sell sex so squid sarah suck should shoot so stuffing scent softly sensually scientific science so scales snap so souls shelf simultaneously sinking sadie so sound smells sweet so sharks sew shells seem stylist so suggestions support salads
scum snaps soda so shit shocks spectators so sports sneak suits swimming so salami sings softly show site sail sights sushi
sweet so sweat stings sky splitting so Sharon sorry she smells salvation shouts sarcasm sense school so say stand studio
shelter safe soda stolen suffered something synthetic sewage swill so sulfer stamps shell spy street show see san fransisco
state shadows since southern search some servicing span stream surroundings standard series slack sega stance space seen
Stanford screen started solve some since success sleek sprinkles sprinkler slogan safety simulator specialized strategize secrets say something started system story strange senior sequence states side sensors structures

B can always continue forever and into the stars.

B= BILLY, baste turkey, basketball on black asphalt, blind bears, broken braces, brand name buttons, baboons, brat, bradded blond lesbians, brown bark, barb wire surrounding a prison, bladder relief, bumps on your brain, bisquick for pancakes, baking, baskets, brandy, brady bunch juggling balloons mad of copper, bland pumkin pie, bands playing music for eye drops, backwards, bent blueberries, blackberries, baby stampede, boxing match, baseball beat down, broad shoulders, bats flying through your windows, bunny rabbit at tea time.

Monday, October 31, 2005

red ropes, six color, a dump truck, large pink wheel, three green leaves, dog leash, orange hamster, a womb, a broken tea cup, feathers with black tips, 1, nervous baby, buckets of lemons, the sun shining, glass of wine, (times four), the tide, wet breeze, plaster head, toxic psychosis, freak cat, a strong bottle, dressed, "west side story", slumping, a judge eating fudge, a large nose with feat, the sound of rocks clicking, horns, five dogs, tricycle with a red horn, clown, one gold tooth, eleven cans of peanut butter without labels, five people dance, plastic blow up pool, taxidermy, leaves, graphs, maps, charts.

elephant man in a green stripe

Sunday, October 30, 2005

here is the back

How to make LINKS

Making Links

Artists to look at

ART NET

and

this photographer

My red SELF
the real aunt, aqueous string on the back of green, tilted baskets.
a truck hole and a machine gun chirp, Kathy rails that toss their lids into a pond.
the stop click and go view of broken collar necks and washed through paper dolls.
the stage set, tigers all in queue, in roller jails, onto those spiny dots, in vacuum fashion and empty oven rooms.
a single dance, not played out, cut-pinned neat, perforated tight through knuckle parties to bring it simmering, truth on wheels.
a tiny fable.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Tuesday, October 25, 2005