Amidst the flowing stream, misty rainfall, and soft wind I used a stick as my paintbrush and a piece of tree bark to paint a question mark with mud. This piece brought many questions to mind and some of these questions are posed as a part of the ephemerality of sound: How will we know what marks we leave behind? How will we know where our impressions will last? If we pause, and look around, how do we know that what’s around us is keeping track of us? How do we know what messages we're...

I felt the sickness like sugar burrowing into my teeth. I saw it in their hands and in their feet. Legs like trunks, rotting eyes, and...

Can you see them too? Sometimes the leaves are waving at me. Sometimes I know who it is. Sometimes its you. #abstractpainting