
Sun’s out, plums out. Or similar.

Sun’s out, plums out. Or similar.

That time of year when the daphne, Oregon’s state flower blooms. Of course the state flower is actually the grape, and you’ve just been caught, you charlatan non-egonian.

It was 1988 when a sister worked here for one day and dropped a cone into the wax dip they claim is chocolate.

Mint chocolate chip.

Keyframes. A murder of keyframes.

One point perspective.

Psychic-photograph of the fourth floor balcony overlooking the high desert environmental art install: artist proof; edition 01.