Tiny Factory of Best Kept Secrets - 1/20/2011

Tiny Factory of Best Kept Secrets

2011 - 22" x 18.5"

Mixed media on canvas

Safety in numbers.
There is no such thing.
A city of eight or at least six.
Twice as many would be pointless.

This discovery occurred on Sunday.
Imagine a flock of dinosaurs,
A cemetery full of neon pink mushrooms,
And a titanium sunset riding the skyline for days.

Illegal jaywalkers can adjust traffic.
Cactus stick to people.

Here's what I suspect.
People raving about love,
Love to rave about people.
Purists love to hate.
Where can you get good taco in New York?

Not all the former are positive,
But I wouldn't mind coming back.
You have permission to turn the page.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.