last time we spoke

"Why do my knuckles hurt so bad?"

"How long have you been digging around that thing?"

"Shit, I can't remember...it's been here, then moved, hated, mistrusted, and at least half a dozen other colors."

"Cadmium red light is, like, your favorite color or something?"

"My favorite color is one that is supposed to be where it is, but yeah, cadmium red light is a great color...when it becomes so. I have no idea what I am doing, man."

"You're bleeding,"

"No, no, no, that's just the cadmium red."

"Then why is it getting all goopy on the paper and running down your fingers?"

"Shit."

By the way

new(er) collages

These may be what collages are not supposed to be, but too bad, world.

Most of the paper that I used for these were either scraps of old lithographs, wallpaper that Tim didn't want, and the black paper came from leftover oil paint that I brushed over dirty rag that wasn't up to par for printing.

Drawings and the Room of Doom

Collages

At The Pit of my Stomach

I said I'd never do this