Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Odd References From Latin - 12/21/2010

Compose a small painting in red.
A witty brushstroke.
Painterly images of love and war.

Mathematical poetry is monotone.
Dark formulations of geometry suggest tension.
Is love eternal on the other side?

Laughter or thought.
A few seconds, or maybe two.
I decide not to spend any time.

Volumes of intertwined silence.
Grainy photos of early childhood.
Psychological portraits of minimal form.

Repetition makes the green lizard happy.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Look Both Ways Before Giving

Look Both Ways Before Giving
2010 - 11"x12", Mixed media on wood.


Paintings and drawings in black and white expressionism.
Intimate objects of beauty.
Symbols of desire.
Personal aesthetic barriers.
A bowl of fruit, suspended from a string.
Reinvention of the still life?

Diminishing words with impossible meaning.
Swim within the depths of intelligence and nonsense.

Confusing truth with illusion.
Emotional truth within a poem.

Cynicism, apathy, a sense of failure.
Excess stimuli without a social message.
Look both ways before giving.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Chasing Death, North of Life - November 14, 2010

Chasing Death, North Of Life


True or fiction?
It's a good book.
Why do I never see you write?

A weird tiger, cow or goat?
Technically, it's a bull.

Alluring diamonds describe a river of a darker complexion.
It feels too deep.

Estranged fish with legs.
Superior to God.
I can't believe.
So call me a non-believer.

Bathing in thunder.
This nightmare returned.
Mysterious streets in a brown blur.
A loose leaf binder filled with codes.

Think in terms of tradition.
At present, there are no suspects.


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Something Indigenous Just Evaporated - October 8, 2010

Blueprint a microcosm and manufacture it overseas.

What about the tidal wave?
It arrived out of nowhere.

Physical prominence left empty.
Artists within a bubble.
Making solo shows of themselves.
What about the quest for authenticity?

Start to say trans-generational.
With somebody watching.
Voices map out my inner monologue.
My formula is formulaically contradicting.

Say things out loud.
I think this person.
And I think that person.
Is that someone I know?

There's no place for yes.
There's no place for no.


Saturday, September 4, 2010

Invisible In Ordinary Ways - September 4, 2010

Invisible
2010 - 11" x 12"
Mixed media on wood
Private Collection - New Mexico



Invisible In Ordinary Ways

Close the door.
I have a notebook full of advice.
This is not a message of happiness, or reassurance, or truth, or warning.
Five percent of twenty four percent will be vivid statements.

This one and this one.
First, we must deal with one.
Longing for meaning.
But cannot fill the emptiness.

Exactly three years ago.
On the Fourth of July.
Some romantic dream.

My dreams about the past became increasingly narrow.
Ten days ago, for the fifth time.
I began to ask.
Is human identity discovered or defined?

Listen to the voices.
We will not follow preachers.



Saturday, August 14, 2010

Clover Hearts - August 14, 2010

Clover Hearts
2010 - 24" x 24" x 1.75" Mixed media on wood



I use the Brooklyn Rail newspaper as collage material within my artwork. Words and phrases within the text are underlined to create poetry. Here is the poem from this painting.


Flamenco Dancer On The Green Piano

These things were going on from time to time.
The problem with time.
By it's nature, willl end up
Smaller and smaller.

Whatever had changed wasn't changing.
Artificial angst no longer rang true.
Expressive faces trying to figure out a clear answer.
Leave it alone.
Figure things out a little later.

The story of a chain smoking turkey.
A fantastic fable?
Perhaps.

Intangible dreams
Abnormal behaviors
A Russian ballet.

Mystical bluebird
On a transcendental journey.

Space has it's own rhythm.
Apples and daisies
Suggest a delicate sensibility.

Thinkers in a dozen disciplines
Writing unintentionally, but not quickly.
The fact is turned on it's head.
A new thought eventually turns horrific
Breathe a deep understanding.

Would you say juxtaposing is the same thing?
A child can play dead and do it without thinking.

Abstraction in the contrary phase.
When we are nervous, we see landscapes.

An unassuming demeanor is the stuff of life
How are you going to move?

Flies wearing wings
Seen buzzing around.
The absence of music becomes magnified.

Portraits of life are profoundly touching.
A ghost held my hand and apologized.
I nearly cried.

Disturbed in a way
Conflicting people trapped inside.
Take your shoes off
Watch the tragedy unfold.

Raw canvas is soft.
Painting an oasis for me.
Small things manipulate scale.
Just figure it out.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Plants Cannot Remember My Name - June 19, 2010

Plants Cannot Remember My Name

Finish two sentences.
Hesitate before the wait.

See the two rabbit ears?
What rabbit?
There were two,
And clearly there were not.

I wrote about it, if I were writing.
If I were writing, I could be writing.
To him, it might seem like writing.

I could learn.
Paying attention to it.
If I paid attention.

Learn Shakespeare.
Read poems or a sonnet about the ugly.
Text is sometimes ironic.

It made little beeps.
The one with burned wires.
What was wrong with the wiring?
Stuck between on and off.

People observing people.
I am observing them,
On my computer.

This Sunday, last Sunday.
They often come on Sundays.
The Jehovah's Witnesses,
Are looking for a good listener.
I will make decisions for them.

Given information they already had.
He did feel insulted.

How unusual it is.
She liked to collect jokes.
But it's possible, she did not understand.

There are photographs of painted fish.
This is not to forget.
Gone fishing with friends.
It might be a good memory.