The canvas isn’t empty. It’s full of whatever you imagine it to be full of. My art is so conceptual that not only do I not tell, but I don’t even show. All I do is sign the canvas and try to sell it.

“I snagged a good parking spot. I also snagged my sweater in the process.”

“Sometimes it feels like I’m walking around with bricks for shoes, not going any…”

“A hammer alone on a coffee table doesn’t kill someone. But a man in a business …”

“This morning my girlfriend was so loud in bed that we woke up the neighbors. So…”