My new blog awaits you - much more to come

I thought I would begin by sharing some of my manipulated images with you. I'll add more detail about them, my process, my philosophy, and my psychiatric ethos with you in later postings. Be waiting.

Dog Carnival

As you can see. My dissociation causes me concern, and pain, and sometimes I feel alienated from basic concepts such as order, instensity,  texture, information. Try another:

Blood Painting

Even more, the control is lost because the information is with me but not in me. I struggle to survive this displacement, this dissociation. Sometimes I succeed. Often, I don't:

A Window in the Door

Identity Theft Protection

You stole my identity                                                                          Your stole my personality                                                                    Yiou steal my intelligence                                                                       and my memory of how to draw flowers.

Crack the combination of my sexual history.                                Dumpster-dive my defects and the numbers assigned them           

But give me fair credit:                                                                           I’ve bought a cross-cutting shredder.                                                 

Steal the law and steel me.                                                                     I must leave now.                                                                             

I live in a toybox with my old dolls and my play animals,             who don't wear bars and were paid for in cash.                           Thieves have access but no interest here.