This year I will only let fall come and go if it takes me too — so I’m staying in forests. Some are pretty difficult to reach. Last weekend was near Frankfurt, the weekend before on the river Elbe. I wanted to cross the river to get into the thick of it so I rode along for probably 6 or 7 kilometers without any sign of a bridge or crossing, then fell asleep next to my bike and woke up to two hawks circling. Later that day I found out the only way across is by barge, 50 cents a person.
10:22 am • 17 October 2014 • 7 notes
…never showed this to anyone, then time flew by.
12:01 pm • 2 October 2014 • 582 notes
so-realism said: WHO ARE YOU?!!!!! My Gawd, your work leaves me in awe.... It's extremely powerful and so much more!
9:20 am • 21 August 2014 • 15 notes
bed-sores said: I was upset and then I saw your paintings and it like it somewhat organized 10 of my feelings and it's fucking beautiful! and I like your tea cup!
really hard to clean the inside corners but so satisfying once you do !
8:52 am • 21 August 2014 • 1 note
summer plays, then stares fall into place
150 x 115 cm
oil and acrylic on canvas
2:56 pm • 12 August 2014 • 134 notes
45 x 50 cm
oil on canvas
2:42 pm • 7 July 2014 • 1,751 notes
RITUAL HEALING FOR THE MASSES
40 x 54 cm
oil on paper
10:36 am • 24 June 2014 • 175 notes
Today we marched for metaphors that went the way of rivers: all dried up. We are dehydrated—and imagery takes a lot, a lot, a lot of water. I am not what I drink, and I am not what I eat, because the rations I have with me are bright green and my skin is smog on concrete, and that is not an attempt at metaphoric resurrection because I am literally choked up and can barely see past the person in front of me.
I used to be in touch with the phases of the moon but now it’s either on, or completely off: dark means go, light means stop, and the in-between is when we hold onto everything we’ve got and sleep with one eye open, which gives dreams—when I still have them—a constant backdrop of temperature readings and vital signs from my augmented reality contacts.
One thing that has come after the metaphor, though, is responsibility. There’s no more shifting of blame.
After The Horizon
150 x 220 cm (across two panels)
oil on canvas
10:54 pm • 20 June 2014 • 59 notes