the lone ranger (wood box, plastic, silver string, paper and polyester resin)

church clothes

up in the air

with the flies

the world is

as small

as the lies you

told me about

where you were

all day

konstantin feoktistov 4 (wood, inkjet paper, shellac, acrylic and asphalt)

superman

superman lives in a dark cave

superman eats vegetables and other things

superman likes dogs

he has a superdog

superman goes to bed at midnight

superman's favorite tv show is superman

superman's favorite song is the superman theme song

john motherfucking williams wrote it, you bitches!

superman's eyes are bright and blue

superman's breath smells like vegetables

superman's hands are soft as milk and hard as goodbyes

whenever he punches someone it goes right through them

superman watches tv while he eats vegetables and chews on his shoes

superman dreams he can do anything in the world (because he can)

superman has a dream where he comes over to your house and says,

'i want to get my things' and you say "but none of this is yours anymore!"

konstantin feoktistov: golden shower  (inkjet paper, construction paper, acrylic paint and wood)

dick'll make you slap somebody

woman A: wait a minute

now you telling me a story

and now you telling me that a woman in ecstasy

will slap somebody?

woman B: yes, the penis is a very powerful organ

it'll make you slap somebody

it's like a rocket

it's encoded with information

dick'll make you pull a gun

and shoot a motherfucker in the face

dick'll make you take out a mortgage

on your mind (i never slept)

it'll make you dump out a bowl of cheerios

on a motherfuckers bed…..with milk

dick'll make you knit a pair of gloves

for a motherfucker

woman A: wait a minute

are you telling me that dick'll make a woman

mess up somebody's bed with a milky

bowl of cheerios?

woman B: yes!

the mormons (collage, acrylic paint and pencil on wood)

something is burning

kick the ball there

in the hole

where you were

in the field

run run run

little kid

the rabbit is died

in the back yard

the dog chewing its black head

its stomach a red balloon

and we are all

dying too

ALI  (paper mache and inkjet paper on wood and newspaper)

heaven's pretty cool

all the buildings in heaven have white windows

mondays are wash days and the whole place smells like bleach

jesus considers himself a bit of a songwriter

and no one has the heart to tell him he's just not very good

it's all that awful knowledge and all-knowingness

it really gets in the way of writing a good pop song

oh, you can have baby's in heaven of course (it's heaven!)

and they just appear out of thin air

there is a lot of friction between the people that were born on earth

and the ones that were born and grew up in heaven, though

there's been some discussion about whether or not jesus was an earth baby

because he was conceived in heaven but raised by that crazy lady on earth

(it's weird that she never made it into heaven)

here's how cool heaven is: we don't even think about all

the people that are suffering for all eternity just a few floors down from us

that's pretty neat!

jesus wrote a song once called, 'heaven helps itself to the earth baby's first'

i really tried to like it

halcyon dreamer (rapidograph on illustration board)

watching the fences being disassembled

i need that robot!

why?

because he is my only friend

why?

i can't explain it to you

it won't make sense

why?

you wouldn't understand

the feelings that i have

why?

because they don't make any sense

why?

because i was born underwater

and now i have come ashore

why?

it was too cold there in the darkness

and i wanted to be where it's warm

why?

so it would dry the brackish filth

now deer have joined my company

why?

perhaps they recognize a kindred spirit

why?

i don't know why

it's hard to communicate with these deer

just when you think you've earned their trust

they run off into the deeper part of the wood

why?

maybe they smell something

i really can't be trusted

for too long

googley-eyes (india ink and watercolor on illustration board)

an enemy of one 

an enemy of all is

lex luthor

sitting in the cabin

held his ear

he'd been shot

earlier in the day

her words 

kept working their

way into it

words like 'canister'

and 'fingerling'

he didn't want 

those words

in there

bleeding and dying

he'd lose everything

and looked forward

to that time

sort of

bug-eyed (graphite, india ink and watercolor on illustration board)