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Ink and watercolor on paper.

Found object, pedestal.

Ink and watercolor on paper.

Pencil on paper.

Plywood, steel, spraypaint. 2024 .

Pencil on paper.

Concrete, spraypaint. 2024.

George SUNDAY The old man crosses a date on his calendar. A painted portrait of Mother Teresa looks upon him as he does. He sits on his...

My father hobbled up the path, still using that old bamboo stick as a cane. His favorite  torn-up hoodie was a large cocoon of grey cloth...

Pour the moonlight down my throat And let her elixir soothe my parched lips When the firefly of delight searches for its kin I hope I...

Translucent whispers, while you catch me, withering from the weight of the world, lust. And now The dog of a millionaire’s mansion is...

On her bed laid a ruffled dress her mother sewed years ago. A pair of leather boots rested on the wooden floor, resting by a chair. By...

Jasmine woke into her dream uneasy. Blinded by bright white sheets, she couldn’t find her underwear, her clothes, her hand melting into...

Express Time isn’t anything what i know is this, i wake up and there are things to be done and somehow, somehow, Tender Vine...

It was a shit deal, being a zombie. Well, maybe being  wasn't the right word. Zombies didn't really think. Plus, I, per se, wasn't really...

As I sit at a lonesome table in Paris, within a room designed for joy and the enjoyment of fine drinks and soft pastries, I prepare...

even god died here among the stagnant ferns and milk pods curdled on their stems like withered birds, until the truant boys came...

“Relajate mija, todo está bien.” My tía Mago’s fingers tenderly press against the base of my back, blurring into maroon cotton. A cold...