Still Dreams

I know it’s been awhile. So long that the world changed since we last spoke. Is that even possible? Is this all a dream?

Several, lots of severals, months ago I stumbled into a wondrous rabbit hole filled with kind people and colorful props. The pictures moved. And the dresses danced. I felt at home there. 

Now I make pictures that move. I’ll show you one day. There’s no rush. The world is still a mess. Yet still I dream.

[photographs are from my new multi-media work, Snow Job]