Le Soire.
The Smile.
Original intaglio print on paper.

what is it about cy twombly? i love this man. i love this art.

On the miles of road covered by my feet, I cannot forget the sky.

the oak tree

the oak tree. She was the guardian of the creek. The magnificience that stood tall throughout my childhood.
As she entered the winter of her life, she fell into the once looked upon creek to become the bridge of its waters.

'The Red, White and Blue Mess'

A delicate print.
A feminine print.

'THE LAST COW'
What would the world be if humans had consumed and exhausted the milk and meat of cows?

Frejya III

Frejya II

MIlk Maid

Salmon

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The red blood of humanity

A sacred description of solidarity.

The hungry mouth stares at the cold ceramic plate

deviod of pink flesh adorned optomistically lemon,

Fails to capture a ghost harvested in metric tons

Spawning without hope the clouded eyes do not see,

The sperm leaking into the bottom of a dam running,

High into the Heavens...

Mankind should extend the description if not only.

-wandall

'Be simple. Be clear. Be not occult.' (walt whitman). Family has taught me the importance of those words. How beautiful life has proceeded into the red road of my journey through my inspiration lies within the eyes of these precious people. Precious humans.

Whether there is a reason rhyme rhythm romance.

Inspiration? Is there such a thing...

A rather ominous detail of a painting done two years ago. Five figures are assembled in the desert approaching an unseen female figure to the left.

What is this assemblage?

My irrational fears. Stalking and skulking about, to be seen from the corner of ones' eye something is about to happen. Composed but scared. Frightened by the mystery and unknown.

My fears from childhood have been manifest into nightmares in adulthood and scenes on canvas. I labored under the delusions of persecution subconsciously.