Stoner Notebook

I’ve been telling the stories of my life with Sharpies. These are on big pieces of natural French papers I came across last year. Just letting the memories spill from my hand and weave together however they come through. I used to tell a neighbor kid I had a pet octopus living in our horses’ water trough out in the back pasture. I’ve lived amongst the vines and amongst the thronging masses and out on the lonely edges. Ponies, trucks and strange lights in the sky.