Alligator hands

Coming back from Florida on a plane after many valiums and beer my hands

were turning into alligators.

When Granny would

do that trick with her hands

that made them look like a church

she would twist them over

and the fingers would look

like people coming out of a building.

Some bad photos of some recent portraits

Eilam, my Manicorn friend
grandpappy with Sarah Ray on his shoulder
granny

from the moleskin

Woolen: Dweller on the Threshold (album art)

The Nocturnes: A Year of Spring panels (album art)

a flyer

Welcome

The purpose of this blog is to share some visual art.