My legs are in between his; I press my palms onto his desk and slowly raise my body until I’m sitting in front of him. “We can’t do this anymore,” he says. And I inhale slowly then bite down on my lip. He says this a lot. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” but for some... Continue Reading →
I'm working on a piece called Happiness: it's suppose to be short-story that will help me get my ideas onto paper. I haven't worked out the plot entirely but I have an idea as to where its going. I'll be posting chapters of Happiness here.
My computer crashed! And wiped all my poetry and artwork along with it, so I've been a little preoccupied. I managed to save Porridge but majority of my other files are gone. I traded in my laptop and got a beautiful 20inch Mac desktop: probably the most beautiful thing I could be typing on. That... Continue Reading →
Which one would you read?
I've been focusing on mark making rather than figurative painting for the last year. I'm interested in finding how the subconscious and the body partner up to create a mark -- In doing this I've found that certain things bother me and others excite me. For example, I'm not sure why but I cannot, for... Continue Reading →