Acrylic
When Uncle Davis passed away, we hung his hunting rifle in the parlor. We put up a shelf for his pipe and his spectacles. Together, the artifacts composed a triptych […]
When Uncle Davis passed away, we hung his hunting rifle in the parlor. We put up a shelf for his pipe and his spectacles. Together, the artifacts composed a triptych […]
My dear cousin, who is called Olivia, who I call “my dear cousin,” for there is no hope for us ever settling down – no matter how, in the past, […]