Imagine yourself in tight vinyl coveralls and no underwear. I sure wish I had one of these motorcycles.

I took a trip with Chad and the undergrads from his Materials class. I remember why I should get out more and travel- 'Cause I see things I don't see everyday which may become drawings or sculptures. I wasn't supposed to take this picture. Jus' as long as it doesn't find me a lawsuit. I have a friend that might call these some kind of tower jons, but I don't know. I can't say what they are or where they're from due to the before mentioned lawsuit. Security level 4.

...took a trip to the Stancill Clay Quarry in Perrysville, MD. It's such a sweet place and gracious to the arts. With this trip begins a landscape series. It was inevitable. I live in the city, so naturally I rediscover the landscape. Yup.

Here are a few on my website too>

The yucca grows affixed.

A thousand leaves left and my vision is now blurred.

I enjoy these new spectacles.

My neighborhood is one that my friends come to only when they get lost. They don't ride down my street on their bikes unless someone gave them bad directions . There are no hip bars, coffee shops or eateries. We have these places, they're just not hip. My neighborhood is a little bit of family and a whole lot of salt. Weeds are the children that run down my streets playing Donovan McNabb to LJ Smith on a pass route. And tomatoes are grown for sandwiches. A pint is $4.00 not 6, and the other two is for Powerball. Some of us have been here before, some of us never left. This is my neighborhood.

The Clyde mongrel rests after his incursions.

Watch your ass- for your world is not safe. Moving objects, animals or people are all that is taken to waken the jaws of this heeler.

Christened "Sir Chompers" by the Queen, he was knighted in the wake of his most dubious distinction from men and monsters.

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

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.

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