Smearing

Our pyroclastic remains litter our once wannabe house. 

The first great dream is always a bruising lie, leaving one feeling cornered. 

Dipping our index and middle fingers into liniment jars, 
smearing balm like war paint, with an ash chaser.

We ready for something smaller, a one bedroom apartment, apart. 

BFM

Status

Of the thousand quotidian
words to say, all I can
muster is an anaemic
smiley face.

B.F.M

Competition Backside

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Competition Backside

16" x 20"
Digital prints available.
2008

Artist: B.F.M.

Here we are in the middle of the Olympics. This is one of my favorite events. I created this piece back in 2008.

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