Saturday, September 11, 2010
I didn't want to get out of bed
In the fiction of my painted stories, I create lurid and exploitative tales featuring myself as heroic character.
In that vein, the bed is a place to safely destroy the past, mourn it with the salt of tears, nest until blue and broody, and then create new relationships...
How fantastic is that?
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