The Wild West folks think I am their sheriff. Sheriff Dooks.
The WIld West folks think I am their preacher. Preacher Dooks.
The Wild West folks think I am their White Tongue. White Tongue Dooks.
The Artist thinks he will bring his destiny full circle in America and he does, but it certainly isn't fame and fortune, it is about becoming authentic and about growing up...
If you are seeing this blog, then artist Chris Dooks has allowed you Holy Access to this unedited home of words, phrases, pictures and scribbles that form the undulating content of his excreta. This is the embryonic place where all that detritus is collated.
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