You can’t ask about what you don’t know.

Work in progress “School” series. And a peek at my sloppy mess of a desk.

One of our persistent human frustrations is to discover that another person is hearing only words rather than the living experience we feel so deeply and are aching to convey.

He was finally gone and she flew away.

Part Five: All I Know about Freedom.

It doesn’t exist. 

But you did.

time away from you is pure agony

Work in progress. Trying to break out of this stress cocoon I have growing around me.

These guys are going up in the store soon!

Free standing collage I made for a friend.

Art, design, things, & stuff.

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You can totally ask me stuff.