He Regrets That We Cannot See the Paint Dripping

He is not saying, he is painting.

trashcan proof

I spent most of morning scanning negatives I made in Denver a few weeks back and listening to John Cage read some of his work about Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, and Marcel Duchamp.


The dirt unceasingly does my thinking.

Puddle Trash

It was a rather beautiful combination, actually.


You are then free to deal with your freedom just as the artist dealt with his, not in the same manner, but nevertheless originally.

Brownie Bites

I’ve loved Cage since college, really an essential influence at an essential time.


We are in the glory of not knowing what we are doing.

Spray Paint

I still find his thoughts about life and art deeply moving and inspiring; it was a nice morning, thinking about picture.


A poetry of infinite possibilities.


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