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.
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?”
Crit with Eric today after work.
I’ve never felt this way before
Ledges, collage on paper, 2014
Made three collages today.
New paintings, 2014
Collages on paper, 2014
Sit by the river, hold my hand, and listen to this song with me.
My ideal Sunday
We sleep in, I’ll put on Elliot Smith’s Either/Or, we make out, and have sex. I’ll make you breakfast in bed. We lay around, talk, laugh, make fun of each other. Eventually we venture out to get champagne and lay outside somewhere with fruit and music, preferably near water.
Sat by the river and listened to The Antlers. It was perfect.
I’m in love with the world through the eyes of a girl who’s still around the morning after.
Better photos of yesterday’s efforts.
Monoliths, both acrylic and inkjet on canvas, 2014, 18”x 22”