February 17, 2016


The winds of change are blowing steady, and I find myself hoping for a catharsis worthy of Aristotle. A true purge that originates deep from within and accelerates the healing process.


One that expels all pity and fear; more honorably than with tears.


Besides well documented benefits, the cathartic effects of writing and creating feel necessary to me once again. And here, a somewhat sub rosa location, my chronicles and poetics shall exist.


A shy j’accuse.




Detail, Untitled.



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