And I clung to her. 1st in series.
CASCADE VI
- 5 x 7 in
Have you heard her song? The quiet one. She’s lots of fun. Until it’s done. The screaming comes. Have you heard his yawn? Pupils dilated and withdrawn. In the middle of her song he starts it. You must have heard his fit. If you have, you’d know it. The walls begin to show it. They sour and curl with the sound. The noise picks up all around. Turn anything up just to drown them out. Throw a party. Play and dance around. Man, this nightlife’s on fire. Walk the town. Fuel desire. Rock those brand new platform heels. Burn some rubber. Spin some wheels. Anything to not go home.
Circa. 2023
Digital painting
NotQuiteFatal, 2nd in series.
- 5 x 7 in
I feel so much. With no ability to compare or make relative. A bold claim. A humbling notion. I feel. Maybe not differently than others, but I feel it all the same! Either my feelings alone or all feelings together. Whatever their scope. I have come to a formidable conclusion that my wit cannot outwit. Feeling, feels bad. Or does feeling bad, feel bad?
Circa. 2023
Digital painting
And I clung to her. 1st in series.
- 20 x 28 in
Circa. 2023
Digital painting