One Last Stop

Unfortunately, some people in the past have been upset with me for leading them to this site. I'm simply happy to have found this opportunity to share some of my work with you through Zazzle in the most productive way I know how at the moment. You may stay here and look around all you like. You are free to open up your own page with the Zazzle company, and should you see anything you like and want to buy it, don't let me stop you. But I hope that you never feel any pressure to buy something, as you should never in a million years be made to feel that annoying feeling we all get when the Christmas music starts playing in our American shopping malls.

Answers to common questions I get:
Q: Is it all your work?
A: Yes. It matters not how far I try to run from it. I somehow find my way back to this very isolating obsessive line of work and self expression/exploration/exploitation.

Q: Do I have to buy something while I'm here?
A: Yes...uh...I mean no. You should never have to do anything you don't want to. I have taken to using this site as more of a makeshift portfolio of sorts. Though, it would be nice if I could afford to shop for my meals inside of a Whole Foods instead of having to dive into dumpster bins behind the local Jewel/Osco. I only get a small cut from these sales anyway (it keeps the price down for you should you decide to take on the stressful task of becoming my customer and buy something).

Q: Do you do commissions?
A: Yes. However, no matter how much money you offer, I may not be able to work "magic" according to your personal likes as we are two very different people (hence, our tastes may differ as well). My best work comes from the freedom being given to do even better work than my original best.

Q: What was your first word?
A: Digital (and I didn't start speaking until 5pm last Wednesday).

Q: Where are your manners?
A: I wish I knew. Last I saw of them was that one night in the cab. But that was a bad night for me. The cabby was cool, my date, on the other hand, was starting to make me angry. He kept calling me "Baby". "Baby" this and "baby" that. I think that's where I lost my manners. They're probably still sitting on the floor of that cab and I haven't gotten any phone calls about them yet. Bummer.

Q: Do you consider yourself more Jewish or Christian?
A: What?

Q: Did you hear that loud noise just now?
A: Yea. Sounded like the dump truck just took away my lunch.

Q: What are you hiding behind your back?
A: Oh, nothing. They're handcuffed that way.

Q: Do you know photoshop?
A: Yes. Are you hiring?

Q: May I make a suggestion?
A: Absolutely you may. I welcome suggestions. Besides, it's all I can afford to ask from you at the moment.

You may contact me here: LLnmrcs@gmail.com