Cynthia E. Wood:
All of my tears
Cynthia E. Wood:
Roberts at the Beach Motel; man fleeing
Cynthia E. Wood:
Preparing for a hanging [Delta crossing -- C-print]
Cynthia E. Wood:
Diaphanous
Cynthia E. Wood:
Here's what transpires when I'm alone and bored in a hotel room.
Cynthia E. Wood:
A page (so to speak) from Ryan McGinley's YEARBOOK
Cynthia E. Wood:
[My life in] Heavy metal I & II
Cynthia E. Wood:
Yo La Tengo (Fade)
Cynthia E. Wood:
It kills art.
Cynthia E. Wood:
Comfort for strangers
Cynthia E. Wood:
What loneliness looks like
Cynthia E. Wood:
Nature morte
Cynthia E. Wood:
Cutest little cross-eyed cat on the planet
Cynthia E. Wood:
We interrupt our usual programming to bring you this imperative: ***FILL YOUR HOLES WITH SPARKLES***
Cynthia E. Wood:
Flora Mars
Cynthia E. Wood:
37 floors above sea level.