I Don't Jog. It Makes The Ice

I Sometimes Question Whether I'm Even An Artist Or Just A Painter.

I Don't Think You Really Can Send An Exact Message, Because Any Two Viewers Are So Disparate, In Terms Of Their Backgrounds, Their Point Of View, Their Histories, That There's No Telling What That Message Might Be.

It Was Taunted As Reality. It Was Dangled As A Carrot. In Terms Of People's Hopes And Dreams, To Say That That Is Less Of A Reality Than The Daily Grind They Find Themselves In Is Maybe Not Correct.

Human Beings Are 70% Water And With Some The Rest Is Colagen

The Town Where I Grew Up Has A Zip Code Of E-i-e-i-o.