This was one of those moments where you go, "wow, I need to paint this...!"
It's a pile of books, in case it's hard to make out.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Northern light piece
Fiddling around
First oil painting in a while
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Red bicycle by the windows

Thursday, December 13, 2007
Her story

All people live unique and different lives and moments, and their lives go on regardless of whether they are noticed.
Every single one of us has different stories.
The young woman who was walking her dog through the park as she talked on her cell phone. What was, and is her story?
Atlantic in December

It was 79 degrees, absolutely clear sky, no humidity. I drove my roommate's car to the nearest beach and spent the early afternoon there, walking and sketching about on the almost desolated beach in December.
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- somethingnewi
- at the moment New York City, Occasionally on the road traveling.
- My observing of the ideas of words, their written bodies, and the physical presence of their meanings are some of the resources of my work.
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"Human science is not capable of understanding it, nor experience of describing it. Only one who has passed through it will know what it means, though there will be no words for it."
- St. John of the Cross