Split ends -
Acrylic
29’-23.5’
A cure in beauty -
Acrylic
29’-23.5’
A poor eye’s feeble stare see farther into the blooming flower.
To find escape from the gushing hole.
Eyes fall to beauty for a tune to replace the bitter sting from within.
What a surprise to have found you -
Acrylic
11’-14’
In that very first glance there was a change of heart.
There was a cheerful love in the air and a romance then sowed.
Here we found each other in the midst of chaos.
War -
Ugly -
Photo by Josh Neidorf
Tree of life -
Acrylic
29’- 23.5’
Driving down from the highway leaving Los Angeles felt unreal. I would see miles of wild fires interrupting the life that was present. I looked into the flames and saw hell. It was then that I felt so small. (talk more on the fires?)
So easily would I be swept away as if nothing even happened. All that I’ve done would become equalized to nothing. In the same way humanity can get eaten by this beast while the true enjoyments that life provides are murdered with it. It’s easier to stare into what feels in the moment better but
Look away from this massacre and we welcome the end.
The goddess of discovery -
Acrylic
11’-14’
Summer's breath -
Oil
18’-24’
Feeling lighter at a distance
consciousness rests far beyond
upon....
……..milestones…
there….
The sun licks the skin and fuels the blood within
The jeans absorbs the rays and act as arms
wrapping around muscles, relaxing the tense tissue
Warmth.....
…………closed eyes….
……at bay
It's time -
2 colored Lithograph prints
It’s a feeling that calls deep down to relocate to reactivate to rebirth. As the moths do so does she. There’s guidance in the way they live and so she feels the need to find comfort in change. There’s understanding that change is meant to expand us.
Neither here nor there -
Lithograph Print
The brain is exposed and is emitting a gassy smell.
The sun has made the thoughts and the mental chatter that was once present to be space for yoke to bubble.
A cracked open head has no way to gather itself when it’s intelligence is now heating up like a sunny side up egg.
Where could the rest of this being be? Neither here nor there.
111 -
Acrylic
29’- 23.5’
If we were to strip away the experiences one interacts with what is present. Is it free will or has this been fate?
Fairy -
Drawing -
Aid -
Acrylic
18’-24’
Mocking thoughts kept ingraining in my brain I couldn’t see anything other than the yellow being spilled out and the green slashing in to form little hills of paint. A new way of painting came through because these maddening visions kept interrupting. I continued as Lucy in the Sky of Diamonds sang me a tune.
A little thing -
Markers
“It’s a wonder that it’s so small.
So delicate.
So eccentric.
If the wheel of fortune were to turn in it’s favor
would I be meeting my demise”?
The internet owns me -
This creature has gone through many months of growth to end up on the internet. You would think it’s happy but it’s realized the cost that is normalized with being on this platform. It feels as though someone else without it’s consent controls.
(I think you should put actual evidence of what programs invade privacy)
Self love is somewhere -
The middle of the road - Video
Somewhere untold
Acrylic
11’-14’
Capitalism
Acrylic
29’-23.5’
Lethargic
Acrylic
11’-14’
This is where he never moved and so his body formed shape for weeping flowers. His pores become the spot for green to blossom. And with these he found company.
Suicide?
Acrylic
11’-14’
Turn to Someone. Talk to Someone. Call a friend. Call a friend. Tackle pain. Tack a hold. Coming soon. Healing soon. Let Pain Pass. Unchained heart. Be real be free. Let it heal. Let it heal.
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255
Feeling philosophical
wire, clay, jazz shoe
This sculpture began to form when I took a walk and found a ripped jazz shoe.
Humanity portrait
Mix of acrylic paint and ball point pen
2016 40’-30’inch
Such a diverse cast of people you can see in a day just walking past you. At times I’ll people watch and wonder what life is like for them. A snippet of their personality and my mind can become to wander what else there is.
Sketchbook from arizona
Gel Pen
Watercolor and ball point pen
It's original form lives in the unknown. To whoever finds it keep it, there's no way any pages in this sketchbook are still alive. The rain must have dragged the lines to collide. The colors must have merged to form brown. As the bind would have weakened with the constant flood and mud. The ideas that once lived here became fleeting as the seasons changed. If you find it keep it. This sketchbook has been altered by coexisting with the forest.
Transparency
Prism colors seep into layers, deep in pores.
The yellow, the blue appear saturated and curving into wrinkles and rows.
A face grows accepting stems to rise hoping eminence will form.
Expecting eminence has brought lack of harvest and excessive plants to spread.
Transparency still present