windowshade I see you out there staring at my window, sweating bullets, wanting to peek at what's in here like I might raise my shade and share something personal, some "tableau vivant", some scrap of life starring yours truly. Fat chance. Because this curtain never rises and I keep the lights low, especially at night. So enjoy the blank screen. You always project yourself anyway.
oil, collage on mounted photo, 28" x 20"
Watch video of this of Windowshade
or Listen to this poem
JAMES W JOHNSON