“…running to the window, still asleep, she fell thru the glass with a crash…”
Category Archives: Flashbacks
Eating Art
I eat a lot of my art. Great flow, free strokes, endless imagination…stuffed in my spare bedroom. “What spare bedroom?” You have a right to ask, especially when the door is always shut, the cat box takes center stage, there is no sign of any bed and the entire perimiter is taken up with paintedContinueContinue reading “Eating Art”
AM I FAMOUS YET?
“…I was a rebel…not knowing thousands of feet had gone down that same road days…months…centuries before…”
Out of the Gutter Art 