my latest masterpiece, lovers:
blame it on the black star.
blame it on the falling sky.
blame it on the satellite
that beams me home.
and god damn those shaky knees.
'distractions.' august 2006.
'the accidental season.' april 2004.
i love a good font.
i hate palm readers.
pterodactyls are scary as hell.
i love the smell of book stores.
i like the words 'exit' and 'motel'.
i hate the word 'eat'.
i can't stand the sight of blood. where i come from, we call that hemophobia.
one day, i'll be able to play the end of the who's 'baba o'riley' on my violin.
there are only three things i want in life: peace, love, and to free beck from scientology.
also: netflix, film and slide projectors, soviet propaganda posters, stilettos, narwhal whales, liberals, screenprinting, musicians, red wine, artists, tibet, polaroid cameras, home movies, museums, books, road trips, film festivals, acrylic paint, writers, halogen street lamps, heavy thunderstorms, contemporary art, mixtapes, graphic design, switzerland, airports, pragmatism, iced chai tea lattes, notes left on my car, fancy belgian beer and happy campers.
if you'd like to see images of my art and some photographs, please reference:
this or this .
a vague compendium of my thoughts via letters and numbers.
an outdated journal.
stop motion.
my cat magritte's movie debut.
old paintings.
