I paint us sitting face-to-face in a studio, cards with questions placed on the table between us, cameras rolling to capture as much honesty as we can muster up. “What is one thing you wish you could tell me that you’re afraid to,” you ask upon reading the first card. My hesitant response? “I am […]Read more "– short story # 2: the and –"
After a night of disappointment and displeasure with loved ones, I took a lovely, yet lazy drive some time before 11:00 P.M. In my discomforted state, I roamed lands I had explored one too many times before. The lame logic in my head stated that I could find enticing truth in the celebratory district of […]Read more "– short story # 1: drive –"