A little after Christmas...

It was night and I was walking around 5th and Berks where I walked into a little corner grocery store. There I found my two middle aged co-workers Jackie and Evelyn. Jackie smiled to me standing at the counter and didn't say anything to me because she only spoke Spanish. I talked to her and Evelyn as I walked up and down the isles full of cereal and canned soup. Since it was after Christmas, before I left the store Evelyn handed me a gift bag. Inside was a glockenspiel. As I stood outside the store on the corner I thought to myself,
"Eric would appreciate this glockenspiel a lot more than I would."...

Back in late April

I climbed a rope ladder into the sky and into some building. It was Rena's apartment building in Moscow Russia, the overcast sky outside reflected into the battery blue concrete walls and Glenn Graeber and I ran up the cement steps laughing and screaming joyfully. Our laughs and pants echoed through the staircase as he chased after me trying to grab something I was concealing with my hands. I turned my body into the blue railings away from Glenn and smiled.

a couple of weeks ago

I was in my kitchen brewing tea with money. Maybe it'll bring good fortune.

Dream Art.

I made these cellophane tapestries with pressed pansies and rice in them.

Sunday Evening

I was at the Shop Rite in Rio Grande at night, the super market was empty and the lights were turning off slowly. As I walked towards the automatic sliding doors and passed the pharmacy I began flipping through a series of photographic color images of the ocean that I was holding. Skimming through the saturated cyan photos I began to see moving waves, then shadows of fish and sting ray moving across the page. As I got to the end of the pile, I noticed my hands were becoming wet and drops of water were falling off the image and onto the floor.



I was a tiny Buddist artist sleepily laying on the belly of a giant Buddist Prince, resting my miniature head on his monolithic chin. He called me his artist and he would take care of me if I took care of him, as in create art at his commission. Upset that I was not free to create as I wished, I filled with anger, but was grateful somebody was going to take care of me and too tired to act out on my frustration. As I began to fall asleep I took notice of his smile lines.

As I began to doze off...

A beagle began laughing like a seagull. The sand kicked up and twirled around.

Many Months Ago

Sigmund Freud came galloping out of the forest on horseback.