”One Last Adventure“
An original story about death and separation
2024
"The old king is sick," this is the latest gossip going around.
“Arrival” In the final moments of its life, the horse collapsed in the meadow he loved most. Here, nothing could harm him, and in a deep slumber, he melted into the soft blades of grass. This is a page from my picture book, “One Last Adventure.” 12X18 inch, ink on rice paper
”Slumming“
Selected from"Haunted," Written by Chuk Palahniuk
2023
Imagine going to your senior prom every night for the rest of your life. Every night, another stage set made of South American cut flowers and zillions of white twinkle lights. An ice sculpture and a champagne fountain and a band in white dinner jackets playing some Cole Porter tune. ...No one was impressed. Every night was a complete and utter social stalemate.
“Social divers,” Inky says, “are the new social climbers.” The Jet Set are the original homeless people, Inky says. We may have a dozen homes—each in a different city—but we still live out of a suitcase.
This is their vacation from being Packer and Muffy Keyes, the textile CEO and the tobacco-products heiress. Their little weekend retreat into the social safety net....They’re all drunk and playing charades, and at one point Packer shouts out, “Is there anyone under this bridgenotworth at least forty million dollars?”
At night, when Packer and Evelyn hold each other, under some bridge or on cardboard laid across a steaming, warm manhole cover, his hands inside her clothing, bringing her to climax as strangers walk past, the two have never been so in love.
...It’s that night a black town car hits the curb, brakes squealing and one tire bumping up onto the sidewalk. The headlights, two circles of bright high-beams, shine right on Mr. and Mrs. Keyes, waking them up. The back door falls open and screams spill out from the back seat. Headfirst, her hands and arms flying, a girl falls out onto the sidewalk.
You get a glass tank, put it where the TV used to be, and all you get is a lizard— something so stupid that every time the maid moves a rock the lizard thinks it’s been relocated miles away. It’s called Cocooning, when your home becomes your whole world.
