vulpes vulpes

sounding bubbles my refuge on the roof out the tiny window from an equally tiny loft space ventured self lead knowing illogical unborn siren only shining around something like 212 degrees the roof goes higher but not the unknown as a young man coping human the dusk fuss what is today in action sparse but more interested by flight of the incised aircraft's sunset glow this mountain out of focus gradient wood paneling division shaker reverb still bright blue to bright pink to dark brown and green to more rooftop unused as this one is playful energy comes more white and the alien star resemblance to identity and time's fortitude not to mention a peahen or the dynamic of a static sky









The conclusion of my etching class, what I have to show and now I am at Bennington, visiting. I will be heading around, visiting, heads up Baltimore, NYC, pa.

BLACK DICE- NITE CREME

TORO Y MOI - BLESSA

"have you heard of Jazz?"++"did you get that essence?"

-flower eye
--veil watercolor

Highfaluting Ruralism, Vehement Ambiguity

--sketch book

Screamin' Jay Hawkins is a wild man

-oil on canvas
--digital digital (pictures of screenshots)
---appl cider days
----black and white (35mm)
-----my twin brother with his sun chair
------yeasayer ambling alp video

walk through

2. 
  

-various digital digital
--writing: debord, bureau of public secrets

BREATH UP IN YOUR FRAME

now i n i know. 

The notion of American exceptionalism—that the United States alone has the right, whether by divine sanction or moral obligation, to bring civilization, or democracy, or liberty to the rest of the world, by violence if necessary—is not new. It started as early as 1630 in the Massachusetts Bay Colony when Governor John Winthrop uttered the words that centuries later would be quoted by Ronald Reagan. Winthrop called the Massachusetts Bay Colony a “city upon a hill.” Reagan embellished a little, calling it a “shining city on a hill.”

i know that it takes a whole lot of energy to make the bottles that our beer goes into and a whole lot of our own energy goes into drinking that shit. but how much energy goes into beer and the consumption of it to grow a redwood. nothing scares me is an oxymoronic statement. courtesy of michael p.___---+__

"The United States Bullion Depository, commonly called Fort Knox, is a fortified vault building located near Fort Knox, Kentucky, which is used to store a large portion of United States official gold reserves and, occasionally, other precious items belonging or entrusted to the federal government.

The United States Bullion Depository holds about 4,603 tons (4 176 metric tonnes) of gold bullion (147.4 million troy ounces[1]). It is second in the United States only to the Federal Reserve Bank of New York's underground vault in Manhattan, which holds about 5,000 metric tonnes of gold in trust for many foreign nations, central banks and official international organizations"

-etching (process, unfinished, soon though!)

WELL I CAN SAVE MY LIFE

In his later years Wilhelm Reich came to feel that an “emotional plague” was so firmly embedded in the population that it would take generations of healthily raised children before people would become capable of a libertarian social transformation; and that meanwhile one should avoid confronting the system head-on since this would stir up a hornet’s nest of ignorant popular reaction.

beauty of bamboo

-oil on canvas