: About Me

Yesterday I awoke to a crazy calm. The kind of Stephen King quiet that means a monstrous clown awaits its drain birth upon my entrance into the bathroom or the coming alive of my paintings to pull me into some strange world from which I will never re-emerge. A quiet. A crazy calm quiet. The quiet of no running water. The water was out in Cincinnati for 24 hours and what we were left with was the disquiet that screams something is wrong. The opposite of no news is good news. The sound of silence equals trouble. Unnerving. I never recognized the dull roar, the hum of water pumping through ou...