Monthly Archives: May 2014

I have the compulsion to complete my pieces, finishing the parts of the painting I am completely uninterested in. Fuck the parts of the painting I’m uninterested in. I imagine this is a side-effect of the sort of photo-realism I … Continue reading →

I was so glad to see you, it had been years. The void that had separated us now closed. We met in your room, early evening, dusk falling on the cobbled streets outside. A girl was with us, distracted, she … Continue reading →