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.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
"Waco Moon" Todd Snider's tribute to Billy Joe Shavers son the late Eddie Shaver. Another artist that died way too young. He didn't make it. Those of us that did, have much to be grateful for one day at a time.
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