I went to bed last night, and was trying to sleep. Why is it we think about dying when we lay down? It’s like when you tip your body a certain way, you realize someday you will be dead. It doesn’t make me want to get up and do anything either. It just makes me really sad that everything will end.
Look above. On one hand you see death. On the other is life. Both artists are exploring what it means to be human, by scratching out lines on paper. When I think about dying when I’m up and moving around, it is with excietment, with a joy that at least I’m alive at that moment, come what may. It’s when I’m in bed alone it all feels so useless. (2005)
In my opinion this bike is dope and I shouldn’t sell it. And that’s non-fiction.
So I gave it to the public radio fundraiser auction. I couldn’t keep it working. (2005)
children will kill us (2003)
used matchbooks sewn to tissue paper (2003)