I'm gonna try something different this time.

I am the Nightrider.

I'm a fuel injected suicide machine.

I am the rocker,

I am the roller,

I am the out-of-controller!

I make art as a way of asking the questions that I find difficult to

If you don't like the weather in Kansas, just wait five minutes.

[body falls]

Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.

These brave men, Neil Armstrong and Edwin Aldrin, know that there is no hope for their recovery. But they also know that there is hope for mankind in their sacrifice.

These two men are laying down their lives in mankind's most noble goal: the search for truth and understanding.

They will be mourned by their families and friends; they will be mourned by their nation; they will be mourned by the people of the world; they will be mourned by a Mother Earth that dared send two of her sons into the unknown.

In their exploration, they stirred the people of the world to feel as one; in their sacrifice, they bind more tightly the brotherhood of man.

In ancient days, men looked at stars and saw their heroes in the constellations. In modern times, we do much the same, but our heroes are epic men of flesh and blood.

Others will follow, and surely find their way home. Man's search will not be denied. But these men were the first, and they will remain the foremost in our hearts.

For every human being who looks up at the moon in the nights to come will know that there is some corner of another world that is forever mankind.

ZERO TOLERANCE

WHEN HE HAD THE TIME,

HE DIDN'T HAVE THE ENERGY.


WHEN HE HAD THE POSITION,

HE DIDN'T HAVE THE MOMENTUM.

scale study (penny)

unfinity

I think my spaceship knows which way to go

Tales of Scorched Milk

Some mornings

In the Zone

it's late but it ain't never

Stephen Hawking sits sideways in his chair.

we hear

small things

COaLLAGE

THRU WINTER

WINTER THRU

UND?

UND?

UND?

photography prohibited

Dear PS1,

You can keep my work off of your walls, but
you will never keep me from taking photographs.

Not even in your space.

Aaron Anderson

1 oak

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Bats in the belfry.

SALAD
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Home

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou
xxxxxxxBringxxxxxxxxcan
xxxxxxxxxxxxxitxxxxxneverxxxxxburning
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There's no place like Home is where the heart is
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthexxxxxxxwhere my thought's escaping

xxxxxxxxxKeepxxxxxxxxxxxxwhere my music's playing

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhere my love lies waiting silently for me
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhere the wheels are turning
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhy I keep returning

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwhere my world Is breaking in two

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith the neighbors fighting
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxalways so exciting
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwere my parents telling the truth
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsuch a body feeling
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxno one ever speaking
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwith our bodies touching
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxand the cameras watching
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxwill infect whatever you do
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcomes to life from out of the blue

Paul Simon
David Byrne

virtuoso

I always wished that I could have been a virtuoso at something. I could always think of a good scenario that would be sure to make the evening news.
When I was young, all I wanted to do was to play the piano. I would listen and listen to Chopin and just dream. But I didn't have a piano. So I took a new black crayon and drew a complete keyboard on the kitchen table, under the ratty old table cloth. And every day after school, in those lonely hours before my mother came home, I would carefully roll back the table cloth and I would play that table. Only instead of the dull thumping of my fingers, I somehow heard Nocturne Op. 48 No. 2 in F sharp minor. And that's how I learned to play the piano; the embryo of the greatness that you see before you.
I almost felt like if I came up with a good enough story, it would just be true. The story would be enough. Like a retouched image, so beautiful that reality becomes irrelevant.
My first photograph was of Chilly Willy at Universal Studios.

up down home east

TRY TO KEEP UP.
DON'T GET DRAGGED DOWN.
DRIVE THE POINT HOME.
TIME TO FACE EAST.