its time i get on drugs. i cant seem to shake the pigs that root at my boots. maybe its time i leave los angeles, or california, or the west coast, or the united states, or the earth. look me in the eye, i cant. many dusted, chopped parts, ill fitting. rust colored moods sit molding in the fusty banks.
i just want to be perfect. unflawed. unbroken, un-viened surface. but i cant. im far from fucking perfect. and it kills me.
i just want to be perfect. unflawed. unbroken, un-viened surface. but i cant. im far from fucking perfect. and it kills me.
http://www.olganunes.com/smallworld/
do you like richard deacon too? a gallery that i do some work for is having a show of his work next month. you should check it out. you live in LA?