circa 2004.


i stopped painting acrylics after deciding slaving away for hours on end was no fun. in life, you don't get that option. there's no, um, "getting off this frickin' merry go round."

so you go, you flow and sometimes you just do what you're told. and then one day you realize, you can jump off. takes a while for the spinning to stop.


it's worth a scrapped knee or a slightly twisted ankle. by the way.

gauge the speed and distance, with lots of care and a little daring ... and i think you should be fine jumping off. but don't take my word for it.


what am i talking about?

nothing at all.



today.