i sd, ‘i want to go to key west & write.’
he touched my shoulder.
he sd, ‘why dont you?’
i don’t know whut hit me.
i get mixed up with this guy.
next thing i know
i’m in print, collected & framed.

my eyes comb for words that jump out of the
sentence of time. i’m always gawking at text & crack
up when phlegm phlegms me or the wordtruck is truck.
my eyes dig gat, so i write sketch it—BLAM! sad or
mad, or happy as a clam, lewd, dead, drunk as a skunk.
always a surprise to me, the stuff words do in their
wordworld. in my eyes stickerbush is a sticker bush.

the origins of nicholsloy studio & why i do it.
~sloy

Sloy Collection

"i’m a writer. i collect colloquialisms— sometimes silly, always simple—
common words and phrases. in biker slang, ‘strawberries’ are chicks who
trade sex for drugs. ‘apehangers’ biker’s handlebars. we may not dig
strawberries or apehangers, but as poet richard hugo was fond of saying,
‘the imagination does.’ the look, the sounds and the images words evoke
is the turf of my work. sometimes the words go wonky on me. the letters
begin to take on a look a ‘feel’ and then the piece becomes something
unexpected and wild, strange to look at and crazy to read. that’s when
i’m really writing. that’s when writing comes alive and wriggles with
meaning and a life of its own."
~sloy

On panel cards

"as with nic, i decompress but by note taking on panel cards… a shoring up against the  loss of memory & the lines drawn."

~Sloy

Panel Cards