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"The Exchange" O/C November 2019 Litchfield, CT. In a dream once it was springtime. The shadows were beyond the pond, and moss and flowers were flowing off the trees. There were dark clouds over part of the sky, and the dawn light, and a rainbow. To make money on art is a different thing. That is not the dream, and the dream isn't to be believed without making money. Sparks come off a sale. B/c I bought so many things from the Litchfield County Auction house over the yea

Interior with "Hope" (2024). I wrote a poem once, and nested it inside a book. It was about Heaven. I was out on this vast field, with all of these boxes filled with things, like a giant flea market that stretched around a glowing kingdom as far as I could see. On the other side, there were dark mountains. The glow was like the light in this photo. Digging through the boxes is like hope. There will be value here, life, love, meaning. This iris was the first to poke out

I began working in an aluminum air stream cabin in the woods behind my house during the spring of 2007, and continued making art there...