She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street
Small Choice in Rotten Apples
"Buddhist TP", colored pencil on toilet paper roll & enameled LED candle, 2015
"you call it love, I call it get me an iced coffee", colored pencil on paper paper, false eyelashes in package, 2015
"Day Planner (after Bruegel)", pencil & colored pencil on day planner; polymer clay, enamel & stick, 2015
"Untitled", charcoal on socks, 2015
"Heart of Darkness", colored pencil on paper, adhesive, hand soap, 2015
I made 5 sculpture-drawings out of things I bought from the 99¢ store for the Hasbeens & Willbees FIVE EASY PIECES AUCTION bidding starts at 99¢
Hobo Lamp, colored pencil, pastel on paper, 28 × 20.5", 2015
"Rich", 16"x 6 " 6" & anditional fruits, various dimensions, glazed porcelian, 2015
"Untitled ( bunnies)", enameled HDU, wood, velvet, LED lights, 2015
"Blast Furnace of Civilization", colored pencil, acrylic on paper, 20.5 x 20.5, 2015
"Foie Grai Candelabra", 11 x 11 x 9", enameled porcelain, 2015
"Heavens Gate", colored pencil, pastel on paper, 26.5 x 26.5", 2015
"Shiva", colored pencil on paper, 38.5 x 24", 2015
Big Bamboo, colored pencil, acrylic on paper, 46.5 x 33", 2015
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I did a new print with Exhibition A
30.5 x 27.5 inches
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in the Rialto Area
A woman waits on a distant star she is traveling to.
She waits for herself to arrive.
But first she has to embark.
3, 2, 1… ignition.
All systems a go for the facelift.
Her face lifts off into space.
She heads for the distant star
And the young woman waiting for her there.
A man who wanted to look better
But not younger is red
Swells of raw.
Later they will remove the staples.
Ten weeks later
They are younger.
They pull over
Their head a sock of skin.
One day the girl sees in the mirror a girl
Laughing so hard her face falls off in her hands.
You can see the inside of the face.
The front of her head is an amputee’s smooth stump.
Her old woman’s body is a bag of spotted slop.
The gentleman at least is doing fine.
His face peeks through the shower curtains
Of his previous face.
In the tomb air
Of the spacecraft they get more perfumed
As they painstakingly near
The hot banks of the Nile, so green and fertile.
Heart is safe in a dish of preservative.
Face is a box for the telemetry for the journey.
Perishable slaves caravan the monumental blocks of stone to the site.
The faceless likeness deafens the desert.
By Frederick Seidel
From the Cosmos Trilogy, 2003