And still, still, there is more to describe- we paint because drawing breath is an agony and exhaling an ecstasy and somewhere in the space in-between we think we once found a truth; and the...

Just ask any subjugated thing- a wife, population, race, deferred dream andresource misappropriated, or continental plate; and it will tell you stories of inevitable fault linesof not-quite-stray bullets and strike slip boundaries,places where intensity builds...

We stood as the ground shifted and we saw the view from belowthrough tiled floors and concrete stairs, our feet burning holes in the foundation while you whispered of dreams.