We're All Golden Sunflowers Inside.

Fortunately Art Is A Community Effort - A Small But Select Community Living In A Spiritualized World Endeavoring To Interpret The Wars And The Solitudes Of The Flesh.

He Threw Up His Hands And Wrote The Universe Dont Exist And Died To Prove It

I Know Too Much And Not Enough

Taxi September Along Jessore Road Oxcart Skeletons Drag Charcoal Load Past Watery Fields Thru Rain Flood Ruts Dung Cakes On Treetrunks, Plastic-roof Huts Wet Processions Families Walk Stunted Boys Big Heads Don't Talk Look Bony Skulls & Silent Round Eyes Starving Black Angels In Human Disguise.

Follow Your Inner Moonlight; Don't Hide The Madness.