Every time a take a trip to the basement, I discover something rom the past. This was hidden, taped on a random piece of foam-core I was about to throw in the trash. Glad I flipped it over. I was learning how to use colored-pencils […]
Read more ›Every time a take a trip to the basement, I discover something rom the past. This was hidden, taped on a random piece of foam-core I was about to throw in the trash. Glad I flipped it over. I was learning how to use colored-pencils […]
Read more ›I did this colored-pencil on paper drawing in 1996 while in prison. It is my most memorable piece for sure during my stay. I had just read several American history books and was dissecting the Reagan era and this is what I came up with. […]
Read more ›Mug: an entity that embodies the fluid importance of the idea one desires to express. “I was mad a mug when I found out he stole my bike”. I was frustrated like a mug when I did these sketches. I was trying to find some […]
Read more ›I began to really enjoy working in colored pencil by this time. It was 1996 and I believe I had gotten word I’d be free very soon. My artwork got a little brighter and I began to dream of a future in a world with […]
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