time out

mindlessness
joblessness
wanderlust
all add up to the disappearing act.
the one you long to pull,
to become, to succumb to.

when process is a luxury

i don't know about all you artists and writers, but i'm getting the feeling that "the man" (i'm not imposing gender here - it's just an expression) is closing in. soon art, the creative pursuit, a work-in-progress will be considered a luxury. you know you hit bottom when this occurs. it's all about work, concept, spontaneity, accidents, and after enough years, a certain lack of intention. it is not about art as investment. we can't expect too many people to understand this, i guess. it's the imperfect storm. time to step back, reassess and then let go!

Untitled No.2

Untitled No.1

This series of photographs are works in progress.
I am too in it I can't talk about it yet.

Dick Heads

This is in commemoration of Karl Rove's("the architect of the Bush Presidency") resignation. It is a detail from a mural collage 'Fornicating Pontificaters' I started more than five years ago. The genesis of this particular section "Dick Heads" came about from walking around and spotting a condom on the ground.{ Don't you just find the creative process facinating} I took a photograph not fully knowing where it would take me. Back at my studio I started inserting photos in the center of the condom.....voila so many dick heads so little time.

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...

detail/work in progress

work-in-progress No.2

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