November 24
The year is waning, like the days it is getting darker, colder more forlorn. The stories we need to be telling about this fire, as we toast our marshmellows, are remeniciences. Memories and throughts about the past, about our past or a made up past, one we would have wanted or perhaps one we would not. Perhaps told as a warning to prepare us for the depths of winter, perhaps as hope of truly living another day.
To the Shack
A life that promised as much greatness as...
Descend into chaos
A male nude with flowers and other words,...
Transformation
It was a little disconcerting, a little...
The Key Swings
Collaging together images from the news,...
A disparaging glance
You looked over, said something to me...
Amid fears over extremist
Disproportional nude male figure with...
The anxiety that drove it
Collaging together images from the news,...
Arrival
A woman gets out of a taxi. When she gets to...
Outside
The woman stands at the door, examining her...
The assembly
The naked woman in a lion mask steps into a...
Witness to the deceased
A witness to the death is visited by...
A history of every soul
This is the story, as I heard, when you die...
When there is no future
Of course it is obvious if you think about...
Giving false impression
A nude male figure with other words, or......
