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"Home, might scatter and fade,
With time all things must change
The road, it might take its own course
But at it’s end, we’re still your boys”

Wake up, Lin 💤💭

Wake up, Lin 💤💭

She’s the cat’s meow.

She’s the cat’s meow.

Work in progress, acrylic and inkjet on canvas

Work in progress, acrylic and inkjet on canvas

💘

💘

Progress

Progress

Break me into bigger pieces so some of me is home with you

💕💕

💕💕

Post-tropical, collage on paper, 2014

Post-tropical, collage on paper, 2014

"She opened the door just a crack and stared out at me, but didn’t say anything. Then she opened the door wider, and I could see she was holding an uncorked bottle of what would turn out to be blackberry brandy.
“Hello, Soldier,” she said
“Hi,” I said very carefully. 
And then she said, “What took you so long?”

"She opened the door just a crack and stared out at me, but didn’t say anything. Then she opened the door wider, and I could see she was holding an uncorked bottle of what would turn out to be blackberry brandy.
“Hello, Soldier,” she said
“Hi,” I said very carefully. 
And then she said, “What took you so long?”

"She opened the door just a crack and stared out at me, but didn’t say anything. Then she opened the door wider, and I could see she was holding an uncorked bottle of what would turn out to be blackberry brandy.
“Hello, Soldier,” she said
“Hi,” I said very carefully.
And then she said, “What took you so long?”

Crit with Eric today after work.

Crit with Eric today after work.

Crit with Eric today after work.

It’s the first defeat, it cuts you to your bones, knocks you off your feet and you discover that home is not a person or a place but a feeling you can’t get back.

I’ve never felt this way before

I’ve never felt this way before

Ledges, collage on paper, 2014

Ledges, collage on paper, 2014