The Life of Jesus as a Religious Paranoic
glorious baklava, ex libras, hep hey, ad infinitum
glorious baklava, ex libras, hep hey, ad infinitum
The purpose of making art is making art. It will never be enough. It is all there is.
Pardon my outrage, but there's a greater point if you read to the end.
I was shopping for shoes when I saw the shirt. It was by itself on a torso mannequin and it whispered to me as I passed it. “I am for you!”
paranoia is terrifying, petrifying, but also seductive. it's an attempt to make sense of a world in which almost everything is illusory
I make photos and other visual art. Mostly digital. Some analog. Some both.
He steps off the path and into the trees, carefully stepping around briars and broken branches. He continues until he finds a small clearing. He looks back to be sure it’s far enough from the trail to be safe – to be unseen.