I speak for the trees…

The road is so much longer in the winter…

Lung cookies for Jesus.

The natural inaccuracies, depth, and beauty…

Guilty people smile, because they are hiding something…

Hail Satan!

Gay, addicted to sex and drugs, hustling myself, lost in the night…

Capturing both the mundane and bizarre, pushing the limits of realism.

A new pick-up line for the criminally insane…

…the concordance of every single and singular gesture…

A different side of Moukhin, a deeper look into his personal collection.

Removed from any standards or social status…

Exploring the out-of-bounds areas…

A new pick-up line …

In defense of Los Angeles...

...her sculptures embody a disturbing parallel to reality.

Blurred dancing, blue hands…

Ponderings on the expansion of sexual orientation…

...American mythologies about gender, privilege, and the American Dream.

…Ultimate courage to lay bare and offer one’s self without mediation.