Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Each Painting: 98 Square Feet of Brightly Colored Canvas

I have been busy in the studio painting 7' X 14' canvases.
If I had a roll eight feet wide you can extrapolate the length of each painting.
I have 50 more yards of 7' heavyweight canvas until I have to face that decision.
To view more than just these two paintings, go to the fresh new website by clicking on the image of my red eyeglasses.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Two and Three Word Poems

Much like two and three word poems
their meanings
are probably 
lost in the translation

they always seem distilled 
pared to the bone
yet they fill my eyes
I choke

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Another Lost Poem

 Another Lost Poem

I was on the train this morning and for some reason I thought that the words scrolling in my head would be easily remembered, they were so obvious that I could write the entire poem at once without taking a single note.

On the train I was confident I had nothing left but to record it when I reached my destination.  You know already that this lost poem matched the umbrella left behind yesterday on the same train.
As I left the metro the rain resumed.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Smallest Most Insignificant

The Smallest Most Insignificant

Those smallest and most insignificant
things such as that garden hose
a wet leaf plastered to the ground
or a goddamn trash can

each seem incredibly insignificant
yet, even the smallest,
most insignificant blossom unfolds
to say “Good Morning!”

I pluck it with my camera for you.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Here, Let Me Smile

I am a highly functioning person
in a non-stop state of utter
and sometimes

self-entertaining incoherence.
Here, let me dance for you.
Here, let me put my shirt on

inside out and
upside down.
Here, let me smile. 

Let me smile for you in the form of a photograph.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Painted Carnac (updated 1-27-2014)

3000 rocks, pointing skyward for 6500 years are endlessly pregnant with meaning lost to those who look only at surfaces. I have wandered between these standing stones and am now and forever drawn to them, the Alignments at Carnac. Read my paintings and drawings as poems written for you in a language prehistoric. Don’t be surprised that you already recognize as familiar this unwritten tongue. If you don’t worry about the spelling you can hear the music, feel the cadence, hear past the lack of logic.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Just A Regular Cat in The Christmas Tree

Here is that story you have heard many times: an unexceptional cat discovers a magical tree, covered with tiny glowing fruit, growing indoors.  A voice in the cat's head compels it to explore, read: Climb.

This is a wondrous green tree, almost too easy to climb,  laden with strange apples that have no smell.  Up and up the cat moves, curious and excited.
As this feline nears the summit, the enchanted fir vibrates, then tilts, falling with a thunderous crash. The startled cat escapes the room, wondering what had just happened?  No tree had ever done this before.

After a few hours under the bed the cat returns to the living room and finds the magical tree again standing, just as when first discovered.  This tree is truly special.
This cat mounts once more and the crashing is repeated.  But unhurt and unafraid this time, the cat hides waiting for the mysterious evergreen to pop back up.  Only while this cat is eating in the kitchen does the Christmas tree climb back from its prone position.
The cat has no idea that it's human was involved with this miracle, the righting of the tree with glowing things on its branches.      

The cat did it again and again until it was no longer amusing.  Those broken hand blown glass ornaments from Germany were expensive.  Enough is enough.  But the cat thought it was a game, by this point.   Locking the cat out of the living room didn't work. Someone would open the door to enter or exit and the cat would break past and make a beeline to the tree. A traditional Christmas tree stand is no match for  a cat intent on toppling a decorated tree.

Dad solved the problem of the cat knocking over the Christmas tree by anchoring a ring bolt in a ceiling beam in the living room.  He suspended the tree using tie wire.  The tree hung in a pan of water, almost as if the tree was floating an inch off the floor.  

The cat continued to spend much of the day hiding amongst the upper branches, but could no longer knock the tree to the floor.  However, when he leapt to the floor the tree would spin, like an upside down top, yanking the string of lights from the electrical outlet.  The room would go black.

Blackness didn't have the same impact as knocking the tree to the floor, but it was the only new trick that entertained the cat that week.

Then on New Years Day the ordinary cat was puzzled when the indoor magical tree disappeared.   We usually left the tree stand longer than New Years, but not this year.