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"Wax & Wane" – 16"x20" [2] 18"x24" [1] acrylic on canvas - 2016
"Wax & Wane" – 16"x20" [2] 18"x24" [1] acrylic on canvas - 2016
"Wax & Wane" – 16"x20" [2] 18"x24" [1] acrylic on canvas - 2016
“Poverty Phone Line” - 24"x36 acrylic on canvas board - 2014
"Wax & Wane" – 16"x20" [2] 18"x24" [1] acrylic on canvas - 2016
"Spiral Axis" - 9"x12" acrylic on canvas – 2016
“4, 3, 2, 1” – 16”x20” acrylic and spray paint on canvas – 2013 The soul is what links us, 4,3,2,1, but we all have numbers. Numbers that say what will be and what will be not 4,3,2,1, and we cannot change what the outcome is. Hanging on a clothespin is the heart, 4,3,2,1, and the heart of hearts. In your hearts of hearts, 4,3,2,1, do you believe in time? The soul is what links us, 4,3,2,1, yet it is a simple construct of the human mind. Time is a construct as well, 4,3,2,1, but we live on a m
“Prince of Wolves” – 16”x20” acrylic on canvas board – 2008 Head in a wolf's mouth
“Self-portrait” – 16”x20” acrylic on canvas board – 2009
“That Black Dog and the Sacral Chakra” – 18”x24” oil, spray paint, and collage on canvas – 2013 The same dancing decaying soul overwhelming itself once again. The perpetual act of destroying lucidity. Watch as it consumes me through its eyes... Inferring an unreasonable consciousness, screaming for a calamity of a solitary heart. Even my reflection creeps with shadows... Dining on my diminishing hope and joy. Watch as I self-destruct and slide back into my hole.
“Southern Discomfort” – 16”x20” acrylic and map on canvas – 2014
“Ugly (Reach)” – 18”x24” acrylic on canvas board – 2010
"Pro-Life" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Choice" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Abortion" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 I choked on the air as it humbled, don't let go, pull that pillow tight, rocking the cradle to cover my struggles, too young to live too alive to fight.
"Pro-Life" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Choice" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Abortion" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 I choked on the air as it humbled, don't let go, pull that pillow tight, rocking the cradle to cover my struggles, too young to live too alive to fight.
"Pro-Life" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Choice" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Abortion" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 I choked on the air as it humbled, don't let go, pull that pillow tight, rocking the cradle to cover my struggles, too young to live too alive to fight.
“Fish Rot From the Head Down” - 16”x20” acrylic on canvas – 2017 She was a dementia patient, but she didn't know that. We remind her of the husband and son roles, but it never sticks. A fish rots from the head down, and we all float downstream together. She loved her stuffed toy duck, and she even named it, the problem is we share a name and the occupation of being the son. I'm just a lonely security guard that comes every few days to keep them away. I don't know who "them" is. A fish rots...
"Pro-Life" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Choice" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 "Pro-Abortion" – 11"x14" acrylic on canvas - 2017 I choked on the air as it humbled, don't let go, pull that pillow tight, rocking the cradle to cover my struggles, too young to live too alive to fight.
"I DON'T WANT TO" – 8"X10" acrylic on canvas – 2018
"Forever Unknown" - 8”x10” oil on canvas - 2016 Random faces, unknown to me and unknown to you, if you look harder you will see yourself among the crowd, or you may not... you may be the known. Ask yourself this: “Are you alone?”, because I know the answer for myself.
"Don't. Trust. Us. II" - 11”14” spray paint on canvas – 2013 Just. Don't. All they see is black and white. There is no gray area.
"Don't. Trust. Us. I" - 11”14” spray paint on canvas – 2013 Just. Don't. All they see is black and white. There is no gray area.
“Ohh Ahhh Nature (Caged Wings)” - 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2010
“Hollywood Holocaust” – 24”x36” oil on canvas – 2010
“Polpot” – 16”x20” acrylic on canvas – 2014 A watched pot never boils.
“Blue: Personal Affliction” – 30”x40” oil on canvas – 2011 "Weather today, 60s' to low 70s'..." pupils dilated, brainwaves cluttered, and the fluorescent bulb flashes on. Smelling salts couldn't clear my mind or bring me to salvation. Hunched over muttering curses. Imagination moist with the locus of power. Galvanizing the left hemisphere, neurons turn into limp noodles, hot and ready to serve, bathed in THC. Marvels of the human existence, experimenting with consciousness with a hypodermic...
“Burning Thoughts; Milky Desires” – 16”x20” oil on canvas – 2008 Stealing from the medicine cabinet in the sky Rain thundering down to shadows to die Listen to their screams as the hit the dark spaces The animation of anguish on their watered down faces Lightning strikes to fill the air with the still-frame Also emphasizing the clouds letting go of the shame
"Plague" – 22"x28" oil on canvas – 2018 Spring – I soaked in the pestilence and became one with my own pain. Summer – I sweat out the positive and poured my memories into a capsule. Fall – The capsule taunts me as the boils arise in the coming humidity. Winter – I give in, and the year begins again.
“Black: Personal Deprivation” – 30”x40” oil on canvas – 2011 She was a beautiful woman. She was beautiful on the inside, on the outside, on her right side, or on her left side. She came with her faults though, as we all do, and I'm sure I have more than most. On good nights she'd read to me lulling me to sleep. On bad nights we fought over existential ideas and wouldn't speak again for days. But regardless of the night she slept fine.
"40 Winks and 40 Wanks" - 18"x24" oil on canvas - 2017 A night of sex, booze, drugs, and other general debacheries led to the shore. The waves crashing in and out, like the coherence and consciousness of the gatherers, taking bottles, without notes, to sea. The only notes written were on the skin, fingernail impressions the ink. As a rose begs forgiveness from the vase, as the sea does the shore, the skin also does the mind. Codependent on the sleep that gets us through and the cigarettes that p
“BaseHead Liberty” – 30”x40” oil on canvas – 2011 I'm an addict, I'm an addict, I've led myself to this place. I'm a tweaker, I'm a tweaker, Where I pick and pull at my face. I'm a junkie, I'm a junkie, As I raid your medicine cabinet. I'm a basehead, I'm a basehead, All with a little baggy under my tongue. I'm a mess, I'm a mess, yet I climb for a higher high. I'm so high, I'm so high, I have become one with the sky.
“Mr. Doodad” – 18”x24” oil and spray paint on canvas board – 2011 In a mural of a funeral, volatile in nature, a presumptuous intoxication shaded by sincerity, arose to the occasion. Debris coloured by emotion, rather than reason denotes deepness of contrast and his absence of cheer. Excessively forward tormenting, a martyr fed to the vultures lacks a clear, outline of reality. The fruit bears the nectar of needles that deluges the claustrophobia of faith. Elude the mournful symphonic stares sc
“17 Pills” – 18"x96" oil on canvas – 2010 Enlightenment through abuse Enlightenment through benzos Enlightenment through cocaine Enlightenment through DXM Enlightenment through eulogies Enlightenment through fucking Enlightenment through grudges Enlightenment through hatred Enlightenment through insomnia Enlightenment through juxtaposition Enlightenment through knowledge Enlightenment through light bulbs Enlightenment through mushrooms Enlightenment through neurosis Enlightenment through opio..
“Saturn to a Woman’s Face” – 24"x96" oil on canvas – 2011 Saturn to a woman's face. What is it this time? What has become of you? You're coming undone... your face, that look... the grudges you held have torn your eyes away. What happened to your beautiful hair? My rings no longer feel its embrace. I told you to let go I told you it was okay... you did not listen in time. You are becoming a star, in fact, a constellation for the masses, but remaining my north star. Through me I will guide them,
“Universal Mind-ing of the Gap” - 8"x96" oil on canvas – 2011 Imagine death, not as a matter of mortality, but immortality. The Heaven and Hell, we have been taught of, could simply be 2 places in space and time glued together by souls and spirit. The souls of the departed could be holding this galaxy in its place in the universe. The Heaven being closest to the Earth and the Hell being closest to the sun or the furthest from the Earth, and all the middle being a purgatory holding everything to
“Surreal Illusion” – 18"x96" oil on canvas – 2011 Spinning as each one hits the back of my neck... defenceless now, only me and I remain. Growing in and growing out, the memories I've slain; from empty bottle I reflect. I've become a lesser prospect, the city looks small from the window pane.
“Off The Grid" – 16”x20” oil on canvas – 2015
"Wounded Healer" - 30"x40" oil on canvas – 2018 Follow me to the gallows. I'll hold your hand as they lope off your head. I'll watch it tumble down the stairs until they lope off my own. We'll meet again at the bottom. Eye to eye we'll be, dead on the rock floor, but I can help you with your woes. Follow me to the gallows. I'll be there at the end.
"Sum of its Parts" – 18"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Heart, soul, and a stomach of pills, all washed down with regret. The soul never could reach the heart to heal the wound. Pills on brain and heroin in the heart, all zipped up in a loose duffel bag of 29 years. Never saw the light, but I did see the tunnel. Dissection of hope, love in one tray, enthusiasm in another tray, strength in another tray, and a liver in the last tray. A pill full or heart and soul all washed down with a cup of water.
"Super Ego" – 30"x40" oil on canvas – 2017 My mother taught me fear My mother taught me fear Through the door and into the darkness It's in my bones It's in my bones Through the door and into the darkness My father taught me to get a grip My father taught me to get a grip Untangle the wires and set the gears It's in my eyes It's in my eyes Untangle the wires and set the gears
“XX” – 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2010 I'm so far in that I can't even see the clouds. No matter how hard I yell I just can't make a sound. I think I made a mistake in this, this I have found. I might hide in your slavery just long enough to be proud. It takes two to turn a frown upside down and back again. Does the sun set for the moon to rise? Or is it forced down so the sun can't shine? The smaller the sun the better the moon can bring demise. The sun lives to rise another day; while t
"Spacial Awareness" - 40”x44” oil and spray paint on wood – 2016 The source of thought is obviously the brain... I've questioned if DARK MATTER is thought, but I haven't even asked if it could simply be the thing creating the thoughts. DARK MATTER could be a lot of things, and it could also be nothing, like a thought... but I believe it is a tangible, so it could be the brain. Our brains can take us to space in our dreams, but it has also made those dreams come true for a few.
“XY” – 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2010 I'm so far in that I can't even see the clouds. No matter how hard I yell I just can't make a sound. I think I made a mistake in this, this I have found. I might hide in your slavery just long enough to be proud. It takes two to turn a frown upside down and back again. Does the sun set for the moon to rise? Or is it forced down so the sun can't shine? The smaller the sun the better the moon can bring demise. The sun lives to rise another day; while t
"Ostr-ic-h-ized" – 30”x40” oil and spray paint on canvas – 2012
"Dinner for Optimists" – 16"x20" oil and acrylic on canvas – 2018 I found a place that I received the best outcome. It could have been worse.
“Mixing Colours” – 30"x30” oil on canvas – 2015 Pornography and art, art and pornography… Pornography is defined as something that cause sexual arousal, and art is defined as the conscious use of skill and creative imagination especially in the production of aesthetic objects… Sexual behavior and creation are intrinsic to mankind. We create, that is what we do, children to mothers and fathers to the world, paintings, collages, photographs to an artist to the world. Mixing colours in the gene
"IRIS" – 24"x36" oil on canvas – 2017 The pear glowing on the branch, growing closer to the sun. Too far away to take, and too far away to taste Blinded and branded, standing in my mind's eye but sitting in my heart. The big blue dot extends across my eyes, as the pear and sun eclipse, and I slip into sleep. I find solace in a dream. Only to be awoke by a falling pear.
"Lostiana” – 24"x36 oil, acrylic, and map on canvas board – 2014 Spinning in the frame, the picture that was never clear, the faces of the past, fly back into the day, yesterday was a whisper, the whisper that couldn't be heard, in the sound, lay the response, to the demand the picture held, the time is now, and we're all tuned in, to watch it all explode. The deer in the headlights, we stop to pay our admiration and the streets begin to flow with our minds content. Apprehension dims the freq
“That Otherwise Wouldn’t Exist” – 20”x20” oil on canvas – 2015 When sexual behavior reaches a climax and no one has pulled out… these things can be made possible.
"Knight 64" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Fabricated pieces suited in power, differentiated positions with changing shapes, on a board of checkered colour and past, the timer ticks down as the battle ensues. Move after move attempting to clear the field, knights kill rooks that are swarmed by pawns, bishops clear a path for the queen to act out, the king sitting pretty, untempted by the dance. Bodies falling off the board, bouncing to the floor, the trembling eyes of the king as his kingdom f
"Rook 64" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Fabricated pieces suited in power, differentiated positions with changing shapes, on a board of checkered colour and past, the timer ticks down as the battle ensues. Move after move attempting to clear the field, knights kill rooks that are swarmed by pawns, bishops clear a path for the queen to act out, the king sitting pretty, untempted by the dance. Bodies falling off the board, bouncing to the floor, the trembling eyes of the king as his kingdom fal
"Pawn 64" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Fabricated pieces suited in power, differentiated positions with changing shapes, on a board of checkered colour and past, the timer ticks down as the battle ensues. Move after move attempting to clear the field, knights kill rooks that are swarmed by pawns, bishops clear a path for the queen to act out, the king sitting pretty, untempted by the dance. Bodies falling off the board, bouncing to the floor, the trembling eyes of the king as his kingdom fal
"Bishop 64" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – Fabricated pieces suited in power, differentiated positions with changing shapes, on a board of checkered colour and past, the timer ticks down as the battle ensues. Move after move attempting to clear the field, knights kill rooks that are swarmed by pawns, bishops clear a path for the queen to act out, the king sitting pretty, untempted by the dance. Bodies falling off the board, bouncing to the floor, the trembling eyes of the king as his kingdom falls
"King 64" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Fabricated pieces suited in power, differentiated positions with changing shapes, on a board of checkered colour and past, the timer ticks down as the battle ensues. Move after move attempting to clear the field, knights kill rooks that are swarmed by pawns, bishops clear a path for the queen to act out, the king sitting pretty, untempted by the dance. Bodies falling off the board, bouncing to the floor, the trembling eyes of the king as his kingdom fal
"Queen 64" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Fabricated pieces suited in power, differentiated positions with changing shapes, on a board of checkered colour and past, the timer ticks down as the battle ensues. Move after move attempting to clear the field, knights kill rooks that are swarmed by pawns, bishops clear a path for the queen to act out, the king sitting pretty, untempted by the dance. Bodies falling off the board, bouncing to the floor, the trembling eyes of the king as his kingdom
"Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears a Crown" – 24"x30" oil on canvas - 2018 I'm lost in the drink, again. The crown is filling before I can empty, and I can't keep my glass full before it is empty. When the drink is strong my balance fails, and shit fills my cup. No sense in wasting good drink. The warmth of the shit, warms my drink, which warms my soul. Uneasy lies my head, with shit filling my crown.
"3^2 The devil and deep blue sea." - 9"x12" oil on canvas – 2018
“Pops” – 24”x36” oil on canvas – 2012
"Adam and Eve" – 24"x30" oil on canvas - 2016 Grinding and sewing, sewing and grinding, God tipped his glass and died from laughter, and we applauded his creation. His creative process, his creative genius. and we all tipped our glasses and died in his image.
“Untitled” – 24”x42” Oil, tempera, and spray paint on cardboard – 2013 To what you think you are, light a match to burn it away, they will follow the light, together you will wind the figures in stature telling their tales, while you sit and you stare, they will try to guide you to death, the gray lines will move slowly in, strafing down the screen of white noise, and shoot shooting stars into the back of your neck.
“Buddha Bebop” – 16”x20” oil on canvas – 2008
“Struggle” – 16”x20” (2) oil on canvas – 2011 I can't stand on my own two feet, I'm one with the ground, not even sure if I should try, or just give in, what perspective do I need to not see this hole in the sky, I don't want to believe, that this is all I have left, maybe I should give it one more try, and see where it leads, I am compelled to slide into the hole, to see what I can find, maybe even search for the thing, that brought me here, so I can finally put it where it belongs, so maybe I
“Struggle” – 16”x20” (2) oil on canvas – 2011 I can't stand on my own two feet, I'm one with the ground, not even sure if I should try, or just give in, what perspective do I need to not see this hole in the sky, I don't want to believe, that this is all I have left, maybe I should give it one more try, and see where it leads, I am compelled to slide into the hole, to see what I can find, maybe even search for the thing, that brought me here, so I can finally put it where it belongs, so maybe I
“Struggle” – 16”x20” (2) oil on canvas – 2011 I can't stand on my own two feet, I'm one with the ground, not even sure if I should try, or just give in, what perspective do I need to not see this hole in the sky, I don't want to believe, that this is all I have left, maybe I should give it one more try, and see where it leads, I am compelled to slide into the hole, to see what I can find, maybe even search for the thing, that brought me here, so I can finally put it where it belongs, so maybe I
“American Portrait” – 24”x30” oil on canvas – 2012 In this hollow void,there is no redemption. This shadow is cast down and swallowed up my perception my freedom destroyed. Sorting through trying to drown a helping hand, deception. The sky is falling, the sky is falling. The sun burns black today, with my shadow and I, It can't shine, I can't shine, all the time. The shadows gave me a crown, to keep my thoughts sterile. Where they lead me further from my brain, told me it would keep me on
“Revolutionary” – 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2010
"3^2 Flesh and Blood" - 9"x12" oil on canvas – 2018
“Event Horizon” – 30”x40” oil on canvas – 2010
"Summer Dysania" – 24"x30" oil on canvas - 2016 Too bright. Too hot. Even with the blinds drawn as tight as a nun's cunt. The AC on blast. I'm covered in sweat. I feel sunburnt. I haven't even been outside in 3 weeks. My skin is burning red. I'm scared to move. I'm scared my skin will peel off and leave my muscles exposed. I'm scared my muscles will seize and I'll be left to my bones. I'm scared I'll break my bones to get to the sun in my chest. I'm scared I'll rip it out and kick it
“Some Fall Down, Some Fall Up” – 24”x36” oil on canvas – 2008
“Mosaic Heart” - 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2011
“India Innovation Exchange” – 18”x24” acrylic on canvas board – 2009
"Ego" – 30"x40" oil on canvas – 2017 Been here before, death is common to me. I lived in the days Caligula; riding along next to him in battle but never seeing a jewel. I rode with Nobunaga in Edo until the end. Leaving a cherry blossom like blood trail through the winter snow. I grazed near Pavlov's stead and came to his bell. But I never did like his cooking. Soon I will ride along side 3 others that will come at a horn. But that doesn't affect you. I've lived and died dozens of times. I have
“Static Eats” – 30”x40” oil on canvas – 2010 We live in a nation, where you are what you own. It's a way of segregation, for many, it's easy to fall prone It's a subconscious deflation, turning us into a Nirvana like drone. It's like constipation Or a stop to gestation Of the Imagination The false idols we place adoration, to their hold we fall lax Expressing our fascination, we sew their personalities on our backs They are scared of expiration, they are the envelope we are sealing in wax. W
“Synchronicity” – 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2011
“Yolo” – 18”x24” oil on canvas board – 2011 [2014 redux] You only live once? Well, the Dalai doesn’t.
“ZEN Fingering” - 16”x20” oil on canvas – 2016 The meditation bells are still ringing in my ears. Mantras are still repeating behind my eyes... and the words of Buddha still rest beneath my tongue. So why can I not suppress the rage in my heart?
"3^2 Devil's Advocate" - 9"x12" oil on canvas – 2018
"3^2 The devil is not so black as he is painted." - 9"x12" oil on canvas – 2018
"Id" – 30"x40" oil on canvas – 2017 He who laughs last laughs the loudest, so I never stop laughing. Dog in tow and pistol in hand, I hunt. Laughing all the way. I don't care if it gives away my position. I will find my prey and my dog will eat. Hunger sets in and we sit under a tree. Lo and behold a patch of forest fungi. Laughing as I toss a few caps down my top hatch. Firing a few rounds in the air. The dog done ate up the stems. We didn't even stop and pray. Dog in tow and a stick in my h
“Temptation of Mountain RX” – 24”x36” acrylic on canvas – 2012 Dropping acid on my brain, and not like the Nazi doctor did, but more like the homeless man under the bridge does, rust dripping from under my eyes, trust this is real, just like that mosquito I see and hear clear across the room, I have confidence in nothing, and faith in mistrust, a pariah with some spare change, my hand is melting from flesh to bone, looking for that mosquito to change its tone, arm swelling up and down like the
“Sunk Cost Fallacy" – 12”x24” oil on canvas – 2016 I have lost most of the moisture in my brain… this arid desert has run me dry… I need to reach that facet… or is that a mirage? I need to reach that wet cave... or is it a mirage? This desert has destroyed many minds, and add mine to the list. I'm obsessed with the moisture of your soul. I'm obsessed with the moisture of your cave. But your brain is a desert that I cannot take.
"Serving Two Gods" - 18"24" oil on canvas – 2018 12 steps, but my foot fell off early. I can't submit to a "higher power" with this lingering hatred for authority. Chasing the white dragon, chasing a screw, chasing a light to lead me somewhere else. The blades of the assembly line will chop with or without me. Cut my hope, line up my dreams, and snort enlightenment. Christ on a cross, Buddha under a tree, loop it across and hand it to me. Serving two gods: my mind and my matter.
"Prayers at my Eulogy" – 12"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 Living, yet dying Breathing, yet asphyxiating Standing, yet falling Reanimating, yet rotting Loving, yet hating Rejoicing, yet crying Healing, yet bleeding Seeing, yet fading
"Menstrual Oroboros" - 18"x24" oil on canvas – 2017 It acts as a blood offering to the serpent, but appears as an act of defiance against the giving body. The blood and skin catch in the throats of everyone unwise enough to get caught in between. The shedding is a sacred act, ensuring the serpent will remain away and not stay in place, but in its leave other serpents visit, planting eggs for the greater serpent to dine. The serpent is what it is, and what it is is a serpent, and in that it is te
"Zen in my DNA" - 24”x36” oil on canvas – 2017 Enlightenment through abuse Enlightenment through benzos Enlightenment through cocaine Enlightenment through DXM Enlightenment through eulogies Enlightenment through fucking Enlightenment through grudges Enlightenment through hatred Enlightenment through insomnia Enlightenment through juxtaposition Enlightenment through knowledge Enlightenment through light bulbs Enlightenment through mushrooms Enlightenment through neurosis Enlightenment through
“Abstract: The Sky on the Plain Above” – 9”x12” oil on canvas board – 2012 “Abstract II: The Leaf on This Plain” – 9”x12” oil on canvas board – 2012 “Abstract III: The Roots on the Plain Beneath” – 9”x12” oil on canvas board – 2012
"Everyone has the weight of death on their shoulders" - 24”x48” oil on canvas – 2017 Vultures circling overhead, and I'm not even dead yet. All of my life has led me to this place. My shoulders heavy with burden and a bad back to boot, and all these silly thoughts of existential things that don't really matter. All of this compounding and building into a nice big shit. I say all of that, but I'm rather numb to it. These vultures need a nice cherry blossom tree. I imagine people kill themselve
"Ego Death" – 30"x40" oil on canvas – 2018 The candle lighting the way. Flesh built in burnt wax on a thread of bone. Burnt memories in the brain. Red is the colour. The soul crawls into the shadows. It feeds off the sympathy of the darkness; alone to lick the wounds. Gray is the colour. The synapse of reality and an absolute zero. Fresh air breathes decay, but no one cares. Yellow is the colour. Spasmed brain waves bleeding ash, thieving bastards stole my fish. The mountains look nice in Novem
“Albatross” – 24"x72" oil on canvas – 2018 I saw a man walking down the street. He stopped and bent. He rose moments later with a dead bird. He walked away in a hurry. So I followed. I peeped in his window. He had the wings spread on the table, and he was driving nails into the wings. He leaves. I return that night. He's cutting the wings off. with a circular saw. I watch on as he cuts through the last feather. He leaves. I wait. He returns with a hot glue gun. He plugs it in and waits. I watch
"Conception" – 30"x40" oil on canvas – 2017 God in my eyes and a seed to lay. The windows of my mind leading me down my blade; and to the place of eyes. The eyes are always looking for a means to an end, bodies to eviscerate or fornicate. Many sleepless hours of pleasure seeking have taken a toll on the ol' peepers, and have affected the judgment of all things. My kimono of eyes blinks to make an offering to the gears and their Gods. A pink triangle is adorned on their faces and appears to be c
"Matryoshka: Bondage and Servitude" 24x24 – oil on canvas - 2018 20x20 – oil on canvas - 2018 14x14 – oil on canvas - 2019 10x10 – oil on canvas - 2019 6x6 – oil on canvas - 2019 Made in the USA.
Matryoshka: Bondage and Servitude" 24x24 – oil on canvas - 2018 20x20 – oil on canvas - 2018 14x14 – oil on canvas - 2019 10x10 – oil on canvas - 2019 6x6 – oil on canvas - 2019 Made in the USA.
Matryoshka: Bondage and Servitude" 24x24 – oil on canvas - 2018 20x20 – oil on canvas - 2018 14x14 – oil on canvas - 2019 10x10 – oil on canvas - 2019 6x6 – oil on canvas - 2019 Made in the USA.
Matryoshka: Bondage and Servitude" 24x24 – oil on canvas - 2018 20x20 – oil on canvas - 2018 14x14 – oil on canvas - 2019 10x10 – oil on canvas - 2019 6x6 – oil on canvas - 2019 Made in the USA.
Matryoshka: Bondage and Servitude" 24x24 – oil on canvas - 2018 20x20 – oil on canvas - 2018 14x14 – oil on canvas - 2019 10x10 – oil on canvas - 2019 6x6 – oil on canvas - 2019 Made in the USA.
Matryoshka: Bondage and Servitude" 24x24 – oil on canvas - 2018 20x20 – oil on canvas - 2018 14x14 – oil on canvas - 2019 10x10 – oil on canvas - 2019 6x6 – oil on canvas - 2019 Made in the USA.