Perched atop the blighted dome
( 6” x 9” // pen & highlighter on paper // 2009 )
“Is it just me or is this helmet a bit too tight? It’s just me? Yeah okay I guess but I still want a new one.”
Unstacking the dendritic matryoshka
( 8.5” x 11” // pen on paper // 2009 )
Two councillors, making a pilgrimage to the funerary pyre
( 8” x 5.5” // pen & highlighter on paper // 2009 )
“Hey man you got your face on my face!” “No, you got YOUR face on MY face!”
