Tribute, the Gates of Hell

Rodin did a lot of beautiful work in his life, above all of it I’m most fond of the Gates of Hell, it’s unbelievable. The piece I did is more of a cartoon a decoration displayed at my admittance to a rubber room, an opening into a gruesome after-world. $150.00

Personal Organizational Skills

Yes I’ve been there. Pressing the self destruct button, adding depressants to depression, days and weeks of a wicked bender, looking for truth, sanctuary, a sign from a god that I don’t believe in, hiding my mind from others, starvation, self loathing, suicidal decorations, bad choices, black outs, dry heaving. This is all to defeat …

Judson and Stavro

We always said that if the shit got to fucked up we’d fly a car off the bluffs screaming Yey Ha!, seat belts weren’t discussed. Well shit really did get fucked but we don’t have a car, we’ve been like brothers for long time. We haven’t seen much of each other lately, I’ve become quite …

New Gas Can Skull Machine

This is my existential personal exploding machine. My toe hurts like a bitch, new boots. All I’ve had over the past few day’s is a war with thread, I destroyed a coat, but successfully hemmed some pants. I’ve been licking the darkness which taste’s oddly similar to pistachio’s, The Abyss is all around me which …

Cartoon Hand Study

One step forward, three steps back, difficult to do in the ocean, to many waves and a little bouncy, but failure comes with the wind and the shit it throws. Completion comes in a whisper and a bit of drool lovingly dropped on the neck. A collection of hands, warming up to spin, held in …

Already Dust

Sometimes, sometimes never, always in dirt. How would it tickle you with a penis schlepped over your forehead ? And how the hell did it get there anyways, aliens, nazis,, bats, the T.V. ? This piece has turned to dust long ago and I’ve no idea what the fuck it’s about. Always in dirt.