A human being is a part of a whole, called by us 'universe', a part limited in time and space. - Albert Einstein |
A human being is a part of a whole, called by us 'universe', a part limited in time and space. - Albert Einstein |
What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only eyes, if he is a painter - or ears if he is a musician - or a lyre in every chamber of his heart if he is a poet - or even, if he is a boxer, just his muscles? Far from it: at the same time, he is also a political being - constantly aware of the heartbreaking, passionate, or delightful things that can happen in the world - shaping himself completely in their image. How could it be possible to feel no interest in other people, and with a cool indifference to detach yourself from the very life which they bring to you so abundantly? No, painting is not done to decorate an apartment. It is an instrument of war. - Pablo Picasso |
The rats have swarmed into the belfry, and anything sane that survives will be hurled out to sea and stomped down like a dwarf in a shitrain. - Hunter S Thompson |
| NOTICE: If you ever want a piece in my gallery that isn't yet a print, just note or email me and it can be arranged. Picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course. You'll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle. We'll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what's left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against the bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night. Imagine. Stalking elk past department store windows and stinking racks of beautiful rotting dresses and tuxedos on hangers; you'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life, and you'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. Jack and the beanstalk, you'll climb up through the dripping forest canopy and the air will be so clean you'll see tiny figures pounding corn and laying strips of venison to dry in the empty car pool lane of an abandoned superhighway stretching eight-lanes-wide and August-hot for a thousand miles. - Tyler Durden (Chuck Palahniuk) |
I rest and roam in the wilds of Portlandia,
constantly create art to appease my aesthetic-hungry soul,
use music, literature and nature as coping mechanisms,
& like more things than I'll probably be able
to fully explore in my lifetime
