The Dream A Train Dreams When It's Dreaming of Itself.
Painted on the wall outside of Detroit Transit Railroad's studio (my rock band).
Trains seem to have such a self-inflated opinion of themselves.
But, don't we all dream in self-personification?
This is the entrance to DTR's studio.
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Literally, a dog named "Dog." It was winter break. I was home from university, chillin' at Mike's house. Interesting because it predates both my line and coloring series by a good seven years... I had forgotten all about it until I raided my stockpile of drawings to get ready for the first (and failed) incarnation of my last Richmond show: "Samurai Cat Caught in a Cross-Dimensional Vortex"
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In the summer of 1999, I first went to the Florida Keys. Mike and his family invited me along, and it was the first time in my life that I began to realize how dramatically colors can change from place to place. My visual palette had been expanded... This is a drawing of Mike, asleep on his bed after we had been out snorkeling all day.
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