Boots of salt and plow blades. My image of her is a flame. It was this since I first sketched a moving box in dim light of a candle. In the center of the flame, a dancer formed in the heart of it. Gifted ink dries as it thins. And bleeds through fibrous skin,. Staining the page with a most. Thrown off a notion of perpetual submersion,. The tinny resonance of impulse,. The idea that this, here, accounted, accrued,.

2D and 3D Space Art. 2D and 3D Space Art.

The position of the blocks have been saved. Did you like this profile? Mon, August 25, 2014.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014. Then the craziness of the holidays and families and visits and everything hit. The quiet, the purposeful sitting in front of him time. And to live from the real.