it bugs me that this dumpster has to sit out there across from my studio window. dumpsters are not attractive, and mentioning it evokes images of trash peeking from beneath its lid, spent cans scattered about, and the familiar pungent aroma, ewe le dump. I had to fix this, so i made a painting of it. funny, this dumpster was not so bad after all. I kind of like it.
There Are Lots of Interesting Subjects Just Outside My Door Steps
Art don't have to be grand to be noticed and loved
The Last Day Of Summer In The Northern Hemisphere
At the end of the day, no one gets a prize for how complexly something was made
the process of “catching up” was no longer valid
I had a dream that I was looking up to the night sky
nothing is stationary