The Equivocation of Descent

Let us evaluate movie stars and musical acts based, not on whether we like them, but on whether we think we can trust them.

Fonts of the Stereo Equipment Packaging

Idea for a party game: a team of two people sit with their backs to each other.  Another person claps.  After each clap, the members of the team together say aloud a word.  The object is to see how many claps it takes before the two team members say the same word at the same time.  Obviously, subtle communication is the key to success.  The game can be called something like "Extraverbal Intersection."

New Year, New Magazine

This is my "new" magazine, Procodile.  It's a continuation of my previous one, Lo-Proc, keeping the same enumeration of issues.  Basically just a name change, but also allowing me more of a stream-of-consciousness approach.  

Obstacle Rudeness When the Cat Wears a False Beard

Still waters can't possibly run deep,
because the whole point of a still
is to remove the water.









This image is an homage to Rudolf Eb.er's artwork for the cover of the Ohne album 1.

Four-Legged Mystery Man

Four-Legged Mystery Man

The legs are twinned: 2 rights and 2 lefts.  They move sinuously, the 2 rights fighting to be the first to step onto the next tile (will it be black or white?), while the 2 lefts heft ballet shoes against each other.  It’s like a walking banyan.  The things you knew in the past, the things you would do in the past, are useless now—

Don’t listen to Bukowski. 

Don’t emulate Tom Waits. 

There is no “Nick Cave.”

Vinyl Gluten and Deep Purple Lactose

I'm not a hoarder-- I'm just sentimental.

My Studio

 This is my studio, the Caboose.  It's my grandmother's old mobile home (built around 1981), the main portion of which is the storage area for finished paintings.

 This is the "upstairs," where the paintings are kept.  These are just some of the paintings I've done over the past 22 years.

 This is the "downstairs," the working portion of the studio.  It's a little roomed-in porch that my grandparents added on to the back of the trailer.  This picture is of my paint station, a wheeled tray I built.  I paint with acrylics and keep my keep my paints in old artichoke and pimiento jars.

 The orange door leads to the upstairs.  

 This area is also where I work out every day.  I run the laptop through my stereo and listen to stuff while I paint.

 The sink is fed by a garden hose running through the wall attached to the main house across the yard.  That's my guitar and amp on those blue risers.

And this is where I paint.  My easel is a shelf I can raise and lower on brackets screwed into the wall.  I've been painting in this space for over 22 years and it's become very homey for me.