Mix Art

 

Sure there is a wild jungle of debris over our heads way up in the sky.

Everything that goes up will eventually come back down. Will the sky one day fall on our heads, yes - no - maybe?

My skies stay up, stay pretty and never ever come down

 

'You've Changed, So Have I'
'You've Changed, So Have I'
'When I Was A Kid I used To Look at The Moon and Think Of You'
'When I Was A Kid I used To Look at The Moon and Think Of You'
'It's Not The Same Anymore With Your Big White Fence'
'It's Not The Same Anymore With Your Big White Fence'
'It Started Here'
'It Started Here'
'On A Friday Afternoon She Began Her Trip'
'On A Friday Afternoon She Began Her Trip'
'By The End of the Summer, Our Pool Usually Full of People was Empty and For Five Minutes, I Was Hap
'By The End of the Summer, Our Pool Usually Full of People was Empty and For Five Minutes, I Was Hap
'My Idea of Heaven is Yellow and Pink'
'My Idea of Heaven is Yellow and Pink'
Gaze Study C
Gaze Study C
Gaze Study E
Gaze Study E