The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break

Picador Minotaur

The Minotaur wakes without an alarm clock and always has; he wakes in the dead center of his narrow bed. He lives in a mobile home haphazardly furnished by the long-dead wife of his landlord, one dilapidated trailer among five laid out end to end, horseshoe fashion, around a small plot of crab grass, mimosas and dogwoods, also left over from the wife. Lucky-U Mobile Estates lies on the outskirts of the city, beyond most zoning laws, which are lax anyway.

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“What I Did Last Summer”

What I Did Last Summer III

Drawing on everything I learned from Dear Abby (process, palate, theme, scale, etc.) I began and completed most of the 21 paintings in What I Did Last Summer between 2007 and 2008.

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Music & Me

When I grow up I want to be a ukulele busker. I want to take my uke out to the park, to the street corner, open the case, open my mouth, and sing and play.

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