It’s difficult, writing to the internet void as though I’m composing something personal to someone who might actually read this. Countless words, lost in the abyss of cyberspace, unread. These might join them. Regardless, my fear of the impropriety of not writing some sort of introductory post compels me to set aside my existential hesitations, and prattle away for a least a full paragraph, which I have been told is necessarily a minimum of four sentences. Task accomplished.
While I’ve got you here, though, meet Jackson:
Self Portrait. Screen print on cotton. 2010.
CJB
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