painting

A FINE DISTRACTION

THE HOUR OF THE OWL

AH THAT’S THE SPIRIT

PRACTICING MY SCENE

TEST THE WATERS

A ROAD OF FORKS

I’LL NEVER GO ROUND AGAIN

WE WANT AS MUCH

STRAIGHT DOWN THE RUNWAY

TURNED A CORNER

THAT’S THE TICKET

SCRATCHES THAT ITCH

LUMP IN MY THROAT

BEFORE THE GOING GETS GONE

THIS PLACE IS FULL OF SPIES

THERE ARE PLACES YOU HAVEN’T BEEN WHERE YOU ALREADY BELONG