Bonjour whale



I had no clue what to draw tonight...so I just...well..drew something...embellished it with a swirl...and the swirl turned out to be a silly whale...but I like it :)

Burger BBQ!

Nice kickoff to the summer...a burger bbq with some great company and good food..LOTs of good food..and yummy strawberry mojitos....Happy Father's Day to all the beautiful, courageous father's out there...woot







Knowing.



Inspiration is just pouring out lately which is exciting...It was weird, I was stepping out of the shower, looking in the mirror with my towel and suddenly had a look on my face that was the title of the next poem. So I bottled up that look, the towel draping spectacle and threw it together on the next page of my fairy tale sketchbook story.

Thank you to the uni-ball, Sharpie permanent pen and highlighter...and of course...cherry stain.

Another tag team creation with my good friend Shane.


KNOWING

The uncertainty twists like a scoliolitic spine
Living, breathing, steps in time
Add six more pieces to this degenerate shrine
Just two words and I know you’re mine
Heard too long with a forked tongue
Dreamed it all up from where I’ve come
Know now how the damage was done
Awakened from ashes, a phoenix, a rising sun
Stumbling rhetoric and nursery rhymes
Burning catatonia in a writhing mind
So long a sentence for such little a crime
Like all best lessons, learned in time

Click.



Just finished this one inspired by a friend...part of a larger project I'm thinking about doing but I thought I'd just let my scribbles go wild and here it is. It's a literal depiction but a depiction nonetheless. :)

This is a double collaboration...and the poem from my friend as follows:

CLICK
the lens is a liar, holding truth from the naked eye
a reality we cant touch, see, taste or smell
manifests objectification of moments, purveyor of the incomplete
trust in a touch capturing only now and not when

been a constant companion
a documentarion of reckless abandon
are these my memories or your recorded tale
give me back the reality i remember, help the remainder to fail

i ask for help, your motifs are clear
the vision was real, there are no lies to share
the when was the reason, the macro the moment
an open mind, an open heart, practically gleaming

speak quiet words so i can hear
paint the picture on canvas, keep it near
never been so blinded by so brilliant a light
see the source so close, alight by life

Purity



There's a purity about putting something on paper...writing, painting, smudging, creating. There's an essence about the person, thoughts and loveliness that remains for others to enjoy....for years to come... I thought about this intimacy while I was visiting Voltaire's home in Geneva to Anne Frank's diary entries showcased in Amsterdam...or a friends well wishes in a birthday card....and a lovers' deep intuition and appreciation from a Valentine...

To me, it's the imperfect, lines, textures, scribbles, scratches, thoughts that begin to tell you the story of a person...the emotion...captured through something tangible....something visual..

Choatic beauty
Half of the magnificence is from the process itself, the chaotic thoughts that form from anywhere and everywhere....the events of the day...the fleeting emotion of the moment...
This is something that cannot be captured through an organized, pedicured list...or filed in an alphabetical Rolodex...it happens through inspiration and from a special part of your heart...

It's mailable. It forms and reforms and iterates until it is perfect. Perfectly imperfect...touching...authentic

Hope Floats




After 4 days of pontificating, tea and wine staining, drying, shading and creating...here's my final product.

hope.


I'm doing an art-poem collab with my well versed friend...here goes the first run...
Writing it down always makes things real... my scribbles to come...

Draft



HOPE

eyes open to the drops of first light
rain red on the window in the confusion of the morning
the past is too close and the future is far
living in the moments and in the spaces in between

snap back to now and think again about then...
the sweet limbo of waking sleep carries drifting thoughts aloft
i had it all, but nothing at all
too young to know that i didnt, too old because i did

lived life in the helplessness of perspective
waking life bares stark witness of the comfort of moments past
saw all sides and made them my own
idealized identity to soften and steel

given up, given in, living as a chameleon
consciousness grips, grasps and regains control
forgotten about the gift i'd been given
the power we all share to give meaning to reason

a thought, so fragile as to fear its own existence
movement unnoticed until it had taken hold
the undeniable truth now safe in heart and mind
free from fear of lives past, the real journey can now begin

the destination is not important, only the question
no matter how lost the body, mind and heart can always get me home
new knowledge sits close to the core
there is only one life and only one meaning

to admit life exists to dare and dream
to believe in the power of every moment
to live on in the beauty of ideas
to be a new hope.

high heel

My digital photography finals are coming along and I'm doing well with my concept of heels. I've named my triptych studies 'high heel'. It's getting very positive responses so far which I'm happy about....but going to explore some alternatives today before I make my final composition...but more importantly...I get to dust off some of my favorite high heels :)






tree bliss



9x12
PrismaColor Premier 10%-70% on Bristol
Black and Red ink

an inspiration from a friend...we go through the savages of life...like a tree through the seasons...losing our leaves in one season and blossoming after the storm passes...here's a tribute to the changing seasons and the welcoming of a new one....