his foundational position:

create an interior then populate it.

outside, the human form dominates the street scene.

there they are at the pond’s edge. she steps out nude and wet.

and then...there we are witnessing the hotrod’s right hand turn

heading towards its fate. and so it goes.

take cover! the assassin smokes a cigarette

its trail of smoke from its tip is like a burning fuse.

and there are dreams to interpret.

dreams of unaided flight and in one dream

liftoff and climbing and an alligator flies along.

these are the things dreams do.

he's dressed for bootcamp but the war is over.

maybe there will be a new one.

that’s me standing for a portrait.

rare are the portraits of individuals!

I’m one of them and I can prove it.

look closely at his newer pictures.

the depth is convincing without the use

of two-point perspective.

just horizontals and verticals and angles are enough.

ah!..luminosity hangs like an attitude.

of course he occasionally pissed me off. maybe he pissed you off, too.

but wasn't it fun?

do you know what I mean?