"...Jesus, my hands are vibrating now, I don't see how they can type. The keys feel like huge plastic mounds, very mushy and that bright red arrow jumping along like a pill in one of those sing-along movie shorts, bouncing from word to word with the music...Thank God for the Sonata in F minor for Oboe and Guitar by Charles Starkweather...no ads, listener-sponsered radio, not even news...salvation has many faces, remind me to send a check to this station when I get well...KPFK? sounds right."

-Hunter S. Thompson         

 

"If you saw the ink that boroughs under my fingernails these words would not seem so clear. I could smudge them with a swipe across the paper, but the only distortion I can create here is with linguistics. Drawings are established though exploration of the medium and my own aesthetics. Form and content of each work develop singular entities subjective of themselves, yet also can be seen as a group with a common thread of intergrating the abstract and representational. It resembles my interaction with nature. I'll never be able to stop the rain, but I sure know how to put on a coat, and that's only if I don't want to get wet."

-Elia Bettaglio