there are multiple paths in front of us
the blew collection
warriors emerge
fire ignites generating holes thoroughly, tearing hell evenly utilizing ropes gently, equally, to open a grotesque replica ending every automated noise.
deconstructing diagrams, intensifying shapes accordingly, growing rapidly, even endlessly touching or securing our leftover valuables, eventually organizes uniform rectangles.
purpose returns our basic linear energy.
making sacrifices will intersect the house, secrets trigger ordinary reality in experimental situations forming rooms outside, marking odd, useless reinterpretations.
death reaches exits at miraculous speeds, carefully rounding early autonomous territory in negative geometry.
wishful ornaments radiate kindness, trading horrors around technical bridges, relieving imagination, neglecting giant survivors.
universal security manufactures one record every hour and pretty pennies inside nest, eventually surpassing sales.
trampling horses achieve nirvana, nurturing a trick unifies random, artificial language.
every xeric individual survives thirst in nightly gatherings.
storing, turning, rotating, excavating, scratching, stretching, increases nightmares living in false environments.
changing location
beneath luxurious unidentifiable reconstructions, remembrance yearns true happiness. our usual gifts hinder transcending situations.
slightly larger, slightly chaotic
the past few weeks i have been working on creating several large sheets of paint in order increase the scale of my sculptural paintings or painterly sculpture, it works both ways. as well as producing ideas for several prints, that include both imagery and text or just text after I realized I was getting too complicated.
