Stories from my times on the subway. Question: are the people objects of my existence, or am I an object of theirs?
Just a bunch of dicks, because that’s what he likes. Throwback to my best friend’s birthday present.
What is up with all these people keeping calm and carrying on as if we have all the time in the world?
Claw, heart, talons. Classic love feelings and shit. Oil on canvas
Composite block print on canvas
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