laughing series
If i was was her dad, i would print these out and hang them on my wall.
frida
frida is 14 dog years old. the compassion of her keeper is enduring and precious.
the passion of lovers
i live on the fumes of passion, that which sustains on those lonely nights in a 4500 sq ft studio. while the cocteau twins drown any possibility of deep thoughts, i savior the polarized emotions by which they evoke. bearly a year ago i was probably near the end of my rope with the passion for the ‘work’ and if it wasn’t for her, i would be incredibly bitter by my own actions. alas, things continue to work out as they ‘should’ and i continue to stumble on the high road of "purpose". with 150% of the […]