Paint on Folding Chairs • Private Collection

I dyed these chairs because Jesus died on the cross. Allegedly.

South Street, Philadelphia

My 4-year-old son and I encountered this man, with intellectual disabilities, on the street this evening. He was enthusiastically handing out treats to every passing kid. My son was thrilled and I was moved. He is, and will probably always be, my fondest Easter memory. If you make fun of him, I will kill you.

Happy Easter.

Acrylic & Paint Marker on Canvas • 24″ x 24″ • Private Collection

Fiction is stranger than truth.