One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

Death blowing bubbles.

I love that its ghoulish aspect is laced with tenderness.

Channeling the kid that drew the picture that I found at Eaton Canyon.

We walk into a room and displace air. We hardly notice.

As much as I love good drawing, I also appreciate the technical prowess necessary to create this print.

There was something beautiful about a ghost town with the name of a cat

Why was this here? Who said it belonged? What did it mean, I asked my mother.

The man is wearing a necklace and a hat. Do these adornments mean something?

Since childhood, my dreaming life has been plagued by tidal-wave nightmares.