The Art of Brian Punger

I have been working on these for a while now, leaving them and coming back to them because I am fed up looking at them unfinished.  The self portrait is almost done, just need to fix the floor and cut out the rest of my hand.  Central Park is close to being done as well. 
          I changed the look of the site alittle bit, feedback is welcome and appreciated. 

So I heard this poem recently and absolutely love it, it is from Luc Sante's the unknown soldier.

"So give my eyes to the eye bank, give my blood to the blood bank. Make my hair into switches, put my teeth into rattles, sell my heart to the junkman. Give my spleen to the mayor. Hook my lungs to an engine. Stretch my guts down the avenue. Stick my head on a pike, plug my spine to the third rail, throw my liver and lights to the winner. Grind my nails up with sage and camphor and sell it under the counter. Set my hands in the window as a reminder. Take my name from me and make it a verb. Think of me when you run out of money. Remember me when you fall on the sidewalk. Mention me when they ask you what happened. I am everywhere under your feet."