Exit the Tiger
She waved a stick of burning incense at my face and puffed and sighed.
James A. Reeves
Eighteen Levels of Hell
Those who cut corners shall be eaten by predators and snakes.
The Obsidian Turtle Governs the North
Broadcasting from somewhere between the bells of a temple and the heat of a night market.
Naoshima Notes
I believe the function of art is to create a situation where language falls apart.
The Red Curtain
A tribute to David Lynch that roams through the ruins of vintage ballads and slow-motion noir.
Tokyo Notes
Landed in Tokyo. I do not know the day of the week or why it’s still dark outside.
Notes on God
Hell can be described in a thousand ways, but heaven remains impossible to grasp.
Return to Death Prom
Where the reverb is heavy and the souls are haunted.
A Walk in London
A delightful collage of me walking through London three years ago.
Figure With Meat
The ambiguity forces us to supply our own nightmares.
Slow Vessels
I’m returning to my spiritual practice of slowing my favorite songs down to a crawl.
Strange Shapes in the Night
Dedicated to the great American tradition of speaking to the heavens through car-wreck calendars and junkyard rockets.