My Mother's Hands.

What The World Is Waiting For.

The point is images, not words. I spend enough time with words as it is.

So: I want to both challenge and free myself to engage the visual aspect of my 'creativity.' I intend to post at least one image daily, sometimes more. Occasionally it'll be an old image, but mostly it will be something that caught my eye that particular day. The sacred, the profane, the (hopefully not too) mundane.

It's not about me, per se, though obviously something of my aesthetic should emerge. But what the world is waiting for is NOT another lonesome fuckwit sharing the minutiae of his/her existence. I know I'm not re-inventing the internet either, posting a visual record. But here goes: freestyle.