These days there aint much to dream about. Head in the clouds, face in the toilet bowl's all you read about. Well, I want more. I want less. I want vomit? Well, all I got is a bird perchin out of my forehead. He trims his nails, I feed him snails, and He's my alarm clock in the morning.

abstract expressionism surrealism figurative work.

I was in Robot Love 1 last year.hoping to have a bigger splatter this year with more widely/wildy varied work