His hair was in the stars...

Questions?

Piano Forte

my first love,
the piano,
an endless mix of countless phrases and melodic rhymes,
feeling the hammers strike the strings as my fingers grace the keys.
It is all about the touch, the mind, the essence.
All black and white.
It is all Art...

modern light

there it was

The sign said it all, a whisper crept over us all, as the hare stood up on the back of our necks.
We pushed ever on into the unknown. The day of the Lepus. God help us all...

Turged Rhymes

lines, textures, colors, and the shape of things to come

Setting out across America, heading east, wandering past remnants of Rt. 66. Tragically beautiful landscapes.
Fruits of human toil. Production, all is production!