Biografia
Silver lined like Shang hai lights, my jumper is from Germany.
Night owls suffer on several waves of human pain, growing pains, correct her correct her
and you did everything you could to move swiftly through this terrestrial age of indigo. Hiding with his amateur arm ,we hear only the cries of the factory guy, these are pitiful words of non-partisan speech, no good to anyone, not going to be heard . No angst , no pain, just mysterious deliberate waves of injustice, of sitting in systems catching the rain on your tongue- what else can we do, oh the dead of Mexico, oh the angel , oh the Zapitista, Oh! Exiled anarchists ,danger spies, ironic Meinhart troubadours .....what else can we do?
2012- artist statement
