“Frosty Gaia.” 48” x 30” x 30”. Plaster, leaves, sticks, wire, wood, mashed potatoes.

Katabatic wind: Rapid downward motion of air. Concerning the Henbane Bird. Colored Pencil

“It is underground because we are not supposed to exist,” he explains.

When they left, when they trotted off to play war
They were fresh, from some mid-west high school,
Athletic letterman’s jackets and class rings
they love to sing songs their father sung when they were young
when they were their age, when they were fresh
Classic melodies, timeless harmonies
Sung off key by 4 South Dakota boys in a poorly armored Humvee
45 mph down a dusty Baghdad street
the words removed them briefly from the anxiety, the intensity
the propensity of bullets and bombs gravitating towards American soldiers
the tune soldiers on from cautious voices

I’ve lived in Los Angeles for a little over three years.
In that time, I’ve paid almost $1,000 in parking tickets.