when i still smoked like a maniac i would go outside and enter the worlds of the bricks, the woodgrains, the tree bark, and the crumpled wrappers that so graciously littered our yard. i live in detroit. at least our yard hasn't been littered with bodies, though i did talk to one guy walking by our place who was recently shot. he at least made it past my place. i've been offered crack and pot up to 3 times on a single walk with my dog. lots of home businesses it seems. never have i touched any psychedelics, but i have been told that swirling forms and secret little images can appear to you. they've been appearing to me for years. it actually started with woodgrains. or earlier still in the drawings that i've done. unintentional little creatures. demons. goth chicks. skulls. all in the vision of mother theresa's hand holding up the head of an infant. why are they there? i have no idea. but their everywhere. when you look at these pieces seek out the little images within. some seem almost religious. some goofballery. some a bit darker. in this gallery i've featured the most colorful flowing insanity that i have thus far discovered. happy viewing.