Green, green, green.


ike the caption says.


Another late night experiment courtesy of sleeping at the wrong time. I think that this is gonna be an ongoing theme.

Sleep for art.

You seen one of these pictures somewhere down the line. The tree and the buildings. You haven’t seem it with leaves in layers. Nor, have you seen it in green.


That’s the color of spring. Not autumn.


Art is art. It comes when it comes. If you try to channel it you block it. It just flows from somewhere — the universe — through me to all of you and beyond. That is, if it’s right.

I think this one is right. I use the phrase I think because I don’t want to appear as an egotistical maniac even when there are days when the phrase barely touches the surface.

We all have days like that.

I think.