his foundational principle:

create an interior then populate it.

away from interiors the human form dominates the street scene.

witness the hotrod’s aggressive right hand turn

screeching its tires heading towards its fate.–– and so it goes.

take cover! the assassin smokes a cigarette, its trail of smoke

is a burning fuse. 

and there are dreams to decipher of unaided flight and in one

he's flying and an alligator flies close by. these are the things

dreams do and if we record them they've accomplished their mission.

I'm in the backyard for a portrait. I don't recall the sky being as blue.

rare are the singular portraits of individuals and

because I’ve become one of them, suddenly I'm expensive.

before you go, look closely at his newer pictures. the depth of surface

is convincing without the use of two-point perspective.

horizontals, verticals and angles are enough to pull us through.

Uccello would have second thoughts about his illusions.

ah!..luminosity hangs like an attitude!

sure he occasionally pissed me off.

maybe he pissed you off, too, occasionally.

that was our journey as well. but wasn't it fun? wasn't it unique?

do you know what I mean?