She talks to rainbows...

There was nothing she could do about the visions as they came at her on all sides. She could only accept them and the ringing in her ears...

one of those mornings...

focus and just paint
focus and just paint
focus and just paint

just paint...

and while waiting for the paint to dry, I enjoy the inky morning eastern sky...

Interupting all programs...

Radio Radio...

these hands...

I do battle with these hands
and watch them turn into
monsters.

"Live for the future, long for the past..."

oh this world, oh these colors...
I want this.

New Day Rising...

I am in the studio on the first day of 2009...
to collect sounds.