Alaska Summer, pencil on sketchpad, circa 1996

“Give me the ace of spades, not the jar of reloads, I want to touch the rainbow, not the pot of gold. Tell me the unprovable truth and set my body free of freedom in which it lives. You are the answer. My tongue speaks only the language of question. Teach me your language, and if, in the end I am able to speak, I will know I have not learned it right.”