The dream of yesterday cracks open like an egg made by bees in waxy yellow fire. I’m pouring resinous, amber liquids on wood and the sun goes behind clouds and the rains are coming tomorrow hard. They put the girls head on a cutting board and there was a resevoir to catch the blood and dreams…later they would pour it back into its shell… I mean to say these are some smaller paintings I’ve been screwing around with (along with the Coney Willoughby series). These are starting to be oil paintings….and of course London’s Calling.
