One hundred and twenty-two subjects, held still long enough to speak

Oldboy maestro … an American who defined sound operating under conditions other traditions never fathomed.

here is how it happened

Miss Mr … lonely butterfly alone come down … royal butterfly … come down from up there.

Take kindness back begins with us. Again. Again.

Not taking enough risks? Not breaking it… mining it… fragmenting it… letting grammar crack where meaning cracks.

So like when you accidentally put your t-shirt on backwards … then as a result lost it.

Here comes a one percent-er in a silk suit with entitlement pockets … the endless museum ceiling is a delusional dream.

Arriving in the ballast water of a vessel carrying something unknown.

this is who we are … no axe to grind … no drama …

We love this … from the top and bottom of our heart and soul combined!

We want to be that that is in between two targets … two bull's eyes.

Earthly heavenly conflict zone and conflict zones …

we sometimes have a lot of fear … our nation has a lot of fear …

Of European origin. Rule of thirds … rule of thirds … rule of thirds.

mend hurts … mend hurts … mend mend hurts and shattered past experiences …

We're in an archeological dig right now, but we're not supposed to tell you the location.

we are desperate because we sense deceased kindred spirits … really great workers …

SAfeTy First. Keep THIS ARt worK AWAy From THE Scalding Hot WATER.

Opening is always a risk …

The children we grew up with in buckskin … Working people …

"Stinky" was a joke. "Interesting aromatic" was an elder leaning into manure … and finding a study.

A grandmother's kitchen in Milwaukee. An ornament in a melody that traveled from Sarajevo.

It is just too painful to show red blood. So the white stains and marks represent red human and animal blood.

Written sentence and prison sentence combined or wonderfully woven together in speech.

Ten digits from caked chemical resistant gloves and half of a slightly rusty tin snips.

We came before we were ready. That's the way to meet someone a thousand years older.

The rest of our body is not a floating parade …

Regarding portrait paintings … portrait photographs and sculptures of figures … absolutely still in time.

Warm bodies in a room and one dog. Radiating. Infrared prose.

Hand me the matches. Sleep comes dropping slow now in these our later years.

Prompts humming in heads wanting to pick up another sweet rotation …

Flocks of migrating birds … Invitations to go inward …

Four hours. Three acts. Forty-five scenes. Silences lasting three minutes.

Yes, we have a banana to hold with our left or right hand. Four fire horns.

How is the start of your morning going? Honestly?

Every hour we walk by displays and synchronicity of people going from here to there and back again …

It has rhythm but is more like a tributary system … fast to slow multiple feeding.

Revision as archaeology. The layers show through. What was written first is still underneath.

We can't tell you how it all works.

Oyparaploo speaking on the surface of Indigenous red tongues first.

Typical humans get famous for something and too easily lose sight of … forget what their original dream was.

Hey. We are not going to fix anything in the next few sentences.

The people, concepts, and places that populate the practice. Each card holds a world.

Listen to the trickles of waters … that are part of the Minnehaha Creek experience …

Thirty or so rules and hard stops … hitting a wall every paragraph …

Thankfully nobody organized against the work …

Frames crop hands on rifles … hands reaching through busted doors.

No Backlash Periods what so ever … No Sellout Accusations surprisingly …

She had her back to them. The chairs were arranged that way …

Every previous piece started from an object and described what it saw.