“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
Case Closed … But not forgotten.
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
a sharpened yellow sun
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
Tempo of the keys..
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