losing track

i look up and suddenly i don't know where i am but i know how i got here.

Life Goes On.....But Where

67" x 60" oil,gouache,acrylic,paint sticks,chalk on canvas.
I am really psyched this painting will be in a show at Benton Nyce Gallery in September...

surrender

down the road of wildest dreams

running in place,

after you,

after me,

the light blinding,

brilliant,

blameless,

blazing like flames.

oh baby, burn in hell with me.

how to

we're collaborating on an exhibition of art and text and I'm trying to figure out how to display excerpts so the viewer observes them much the same way one might observe a painting or a photograph. Of course, one reads from right to left but if the excerpts are positioned horizontally, will the viewer be lazier, less observant?

in the darker days of our humanity

Early morning blends into liquid day

of paint and shoot

and the trickling of words

in between explorations for love and money.

On the stairwell we wonder

if the mind is ours to keep,

if we need to grasp a greater reality

or fall deeper into the mesmeric trance

for the longing breeds the perpetual dance

of time honored and time lost.

Fear not the iron grip

bound and without boundaries

the uphill battle, the down hill slide

past the politics of cruelty,

grazed but yet unchanged.

Hope fades like so many sunsets

in this other worldly place where inequity and injustice,

proof after bold-faced proof (substitute “lie”)

makes a mockery of us.

Timelessness=agelessness

our narrow escape,

stoned on life’s expanding universe

touched by universal truth

but then, what is truth, what must we know

and then to know, how can we live?