Thursday, August 28, 2008

The patina left by nature is the only true patina. WE can only hope to present a micron of semblance to the passage of time. Artwork without patina lies void of life- dead, banished, toxic, or artificial.

Save the suns spectra for me. I look better in true color.

-Eastern State Penitentiary, June 2008

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Yummy shag carpet that my feet love to ply. Six months later, I always wear my shoes. Dogs have accidents, 'cause dogs like to eat bird carcass. Disgusting, puked, pissed shag carpet that got ripped out. My poor feet need another retreat. Goddamn dogs.

Friday, August 8, 2008

brancusi's going down