My pictures are confused, abrupt, adamant, honest and entirely lacking in foresight. They are born from an argument between life's experiences, subconscious impulses and my own muddled aesthetic preferences; this dialogue is strained but ongoing. They are made possible only by the depth of my illness and the gift of my sobriety. I have accepted both graciously. They are, individually and as a group, an unwitting self-portrait.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Its a great day. Ron Santo is going to Cooperstown and into the Baseball Hall of Fame. Congrats Ronnie, wish you were here to celebrate with us.