Lost Nuts and Found Bolts

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. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGjuJhK1-AE

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 lettin...

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"

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.

I can see this image becoming  a print  22" X 90 long, CMYK xerox transfer. Taken Sept 2016

2015 An image from an unrealized performance, where I read while Stephen's images floated across a constructed backdrop.

Portal 2016 A new series (maybe.)   A melancholy darkness descends   Hearing the voices, shout accusations  and fingers flipping and pointing, a darkness descends.   I second guess every motion, every utterance, every breath. and yet as the miles rumble pass this portal view  there is a beauty that persists, in spite of all humanities  foolishness.