“Goodbye yesterday… It’s not me, it’s you. You just hurt too much.” Missing all of my people right now. Can’t explain it. It’s heavy. As

Original writing and artwork …everything is subject to change
“Goodbye yesterday… It’s not me, it’s you. You just hurt too much.” Missing all of my people right now. Can’t explain it. It’s heavy. As
A painting of a my homie that left us too soon. Approaching the anniversary of his passing always make me think of him and places
The sun beams and shines through, casting a soft yellow light onto the faux bamboo shade, used as a closet covering that hides all the
I heard someone once say… you can’t put your arms around a memory. I’ll never let that get the better of me, for in a
I developed this obsessive thought about owning a typewriter. After a memory came about in a dream, of when I was young and my grandfather
On the go…
Art Studio Dumfriesshire
Where a little insanity goes a long way
I speak my heart out.
You are not the " U" in ubiquitous, but the "U" in Unique
Conceptual spaces: politics, philosophy, art, literature, religion, cultural history
writer of words, singer of songs, creator of art