Aquarius sun
Gouache on paper, 6x4 in., 2020
One million tropical birds but seduced by only one
Somber each and every night
An unnecessarily long time coming
I’m good at that sort of thing, finessing I mean
Never let me go
Like a diligent tracker with an ear pressed against the ground
Mystic portals are the preferred method of travel
A room with a view of double moons and a magic mountain
She needed some juicy gossip in her life
Sweet mango, hot summer day, ice cold water
It weighs on you like a heavy fog
The only way out is through
After images without originals
It went dah dah dah deh dah in a really filthy club
For an ordinary person, it was very eye-opening
I fell in love with solitude
Doomed to lose but not for long
Sugar water
I hope I can remain humble
Souvenir sunspots
Free from the clutches of an evil vampire, but just barely
Growing pains
It takes real work to stay centered
It’s an entirely different flavor and it’s immaculate