intro for Ryan Schneider

A great gallery in LA is publishing a book of Ryan's paintings and he asked me to write something it. Here's just a sample:

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after Ryan Schneider’s Hideout

Elbow to elbow he arrived with him like they all arrived with them – besieged by Pabst through the naked birch, by the way or by defogged Celica. He’d come. The snows came too. Books fluttered from branches, stamping slender declarations in the snow. Nightstands and empty wine bottles marked the trail. They marched together through the icy underbrush. It was like marching through stale cake icing. He thought, there’re boots designed specifically for walking through cake icing, but I don’t own a pair.
Shit.

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Ryan's work:

here.

and

here.