Quadropods

Europa

He’s the local hometown hero who volunteered to fight But can’t shake the memories And begs for sleep at night What’s left of his soul is torn and Somewhere in the sand If he could simply get it back he’d maybe understand He came back from a 12-month tour…

Christopher: Self Portraits

The Angry Void

Entropy

Watermelon

Flamingos

Jimmy Ray Doolittle sat in a swivel makeup chair staring into the lighted mirror before him. His face was covered in a greenish-brown clay, and what was left of his gray and quickly disappearing hairline had been combed back and clipped into funny little random clumps with a variety of…