Irreconcilable

When you're lost, not only do you not know where you are, but you don't know where you aren't.

So you fight. While your ships sink in the harbor.

Spill, Baby, Spill!

My finished piece for the SOS Art 2010 show, here at the Art Academy of Cincinnati. I'm pretty darned happy with it - though I think it sends a rather bizarre set of signals to the viewer.

Drill, Baby, Drill

When New Orleans bleeds, I bleed. When the Gulf Coast bleeds, I bleed. I lived and worked and loved all over that land.

So, today, Shermin the Vermin (born in the gulf and the swamps) is Mucked. Mucked along with the rest of us.