Cleveland art

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

BEFORE THE GOING GETS GONE

THE KNOT IS SLIPPING

STAND UP STRAIGHT / LET ME GET A LOOK AT YOU

THE SILENCE WAS CONTAGIOUS

WIND WILL COME SWEEP ME ALONG

I’LL PLAY ALONG

DON’T LET THOSE FOOTHOLDS START

RIDING THE BREAKS

THROWING OUT MY ARMS

I SAID ALL THE RIGHT THINGS

WON’T YOU COME OUTSIDE AND SEE

ALL YOU HAD TO SAY

RETHREAD YOUR NEEDLE

I HAD A DREAM AND YOU WERE IN IT

PERVASIVE MYTH OF OBJECTIVITY