I once had a dream that I could fly. The cops and the city demanded I land and face justice (For what? I was innocent).

They put a bounty on my head! I flew away and didn’t stop. From one high apartment window to the next, I stole food and stylish Afghan coats to get by.

On the lam, the sky was my home and I never stayed in one place for long.

Now that things have cooled off, I’ve sent you this postcard to let you know I’m back.

Self-portrait styled, illustrated, and edited by me.

How many Dad Rock quotations can you count?

Look closer…

Behind the scenes.

I used house lamps for lights and an iPhone on a tripod.

I made the ‘portal’ by hand and painted the background in photoshop.