to paint a picture is to illustrate a tale.
These interchangeable arts, bound in a dalliance so profound, require no distinction save to mark where one begins and the other ends. To the murder that murmurs only of the luxury of access, we bare our most esteemed union of pen and brush. Here, we wield expression so treasured that it grants us the audacity to flourish our prophetic wares in these absurdist times.
Contact the proprietor.
Do not grant me the pleasure of delay if not to indulge yourself in desire. Let what unfolds do so in your absence, for the truth of connection lies solely in the pursuit of enlightenment. With the hope that your truth—and the crows’ crowing—align in their hunger for this performance, we present A Painted Prose to Sate the Crows Who Find Spoken Word Too On The Nose.
Stories
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The Sparrow, I Am and My Shadow
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Don’t Let Them Know You’re Coming
- Do You See Yourself in the Abstract?
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Don’t Poke The Bear, He’s My Dad
- The Reason for The Artist’s Statement
Productions
Performances
- That’s When You Told that Joke!
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Too Much—Sauce to Continue to Shrink Behind You
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Chasin’ and Facin’ A Cheap Vacation
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If You're Gonna Copy My Shit, Move Mountains With It
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We Used To Be In There Every Night; I Loved It There
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Don’t Look So Surprised When I Know Where You’ve Been
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That One Place in DC I Can Whisper, This is my place in DC
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No, really? Oh… Ok.
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Calming II
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I’m No Longer Vicious
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Affectation of Calm
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Calming III
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Untitled (Women Reclining on Bed Looking at Her Phone)
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It Is What It Is
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Weather Be A Storm
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301 Slim Pressure
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301 Vintage
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I Was Protecting The Woman I Thought. I Was!
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NYFW F/W The Little White Lie Lie Bag
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The Sparrow, I Am and My Shadow