Thursday, February 2, 2017


The twins -  in front of the wreckage 2017

The Twins witness 
The methodical unraveling of everything.
The safety net has been burned 
and thrown into the gulley.

Friday, December 16, 2016

Winter reflection

It's so cold lately, going outside just doesn't seem feasible.  
A good reason to work in the studio.

Dec 15, 2016

Sunday, December 11, 2016

It's A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall

I woke up the other day and I had this image in my head, it was so clear and seemed to capture my feelings, especially in light of the people in power.  

A Black and white short haired terrier-like dog laying on its back legs spread wide -a submissive pose. The dog's face was that of Paul Ryan, looking up at its master. 

The master was wearing black motorcycle or riding boots, tight light Khaki riding trousers & tight long sleeve shirt. This individual was straddling the dog, looking down. The back of his hands rested against his ample waist and gripped in one hand a long black riding crop. At the ready. The face was that of Donald Trump. 

The news be it fake or real it is not pleasant, the people coming into power are thinking not of their children, or their children's children, they are only thinking of amassing ever-increasing fortunes, regardless the cost, or who will pay the bill.

Yes, It's a Hard Rain's Gonna Fall.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

a slide show of drawings

this is a slide show of sorts details of several pen and ink drawings done around 2009.  The title is from a book of Poems and short stories by Vincent Quatroche.  "Notations from Gridville" describes so much, these drawings reflect that time and place, but only a slice of the whole picture.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Samurai, a return to the beginning

Nov 22, 2016

Samurai 2016 #1 
acrylic on panel

It’s one in the morning or there’s abouts, I’m forcing myself to sit in the studio, looking at what I have done and considering what there is yet to do. Making isn’t as easy as it use to be - I constantly question the validity of making work when all around me are concerns about sustainability, racism, extremism, wars, ecological meltdown, and it’s always someone else's fault, isn’t it?

I vow to take responsibility for my actions, my life, my way of living. That's where change has to start.

Listening to Roger Eno,  there's a beauty and serenity in the music.

I sometimes feel like a butterfly flitting around from thing to thing, seeking sustenance. There is this painting I've just finished (i think ) it's an abstraction of a Samurai I think it needs more work but I am afraid I will damage it, I will dance around it until I am willing to take my brush to it and continue to build. The flow of the brush the letting of the paint flow feels good, also working on small pen drawings filling up the page, I think there needs to be a distillation of marks, it’s not like I don’t have enough paper.

It’s like I’m starting all over again, and again, and again.

Monday, November 14, 2016

After the Election

After the Election, it's difficult to get moving - but what I sense is an overwhelming compulsion to get back to work,  teaching, being present to others. I have a choice, I can be angry or I can put my time and talent towards the service of change. Making, creating, being of service seems to matter to me most at the moment.  

Day of The Dead Skull 2016, ink on plastic skull 6"

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Roof top Sunset

Kenosha, Oct 2016

Stopped what I was doing,
 and poked my head out the back door of my studio.

Sometimes it's a good thing to stop what you are doing and look around, 
there are some fiercely beautiful  things to behold out there.