Love Letter to The Public


Things come with age,and in this day-in-age everything feels like a phase.Or even a stage.A stage in stagnation or complete motivation.Or a stage in essence of performance and crowd pleasing.I'm sitting in levels of nostalgia as I look back at pictures that I've painted.Portraits I've created,Of self and other.Singular and plural. As another year passes, … Continue reading Love Letter to The Public