My name is Zachary.

I like when words mean more than they intend.

I like houses, and birds, and women, and books.  I like to see the brush stokes and textures.  I like the warbled sensation in mediums.  I like to look at rough drafts and bare bones.  I consider skin a compliment.  I like to see things combined in usual or unusual ways.  I like to think of two people capable of being one thing. I like watching the tells in a persons face.  I like wondering about the vastly complex. I like not knowing the answers, let alone the questions.  I like the ambiguous endings.  I like honesty as much as I like deceit.  I like soft light but hard shadows.  I like that I’m a product of my time.  I like being stuck in this dream.

I like one word, and then another.