There Are 10 Visions And Each One Is Connected To The Last
The Story
This year ends in ten days and there are ten days before we start it all over and you can fill each day with ten reasons why each breath should mean more than the last and we have ten days to know that we are not starting anything over but that with each of those days it is possible to watch the continuation of the last. ... Enjoy!
Beauty Is Always Found In The Stillness
The Story
Tchaikovsky.
Is in the room with me.
Tonight.
His notes are words in a conversation that I having with myself, alone.
With Tchaikovsky.
Across the room I raise my glass to him. He says, it is all found in the number 20 in C sharp minor. I disagree and mention that all truths and self discovery are found in Sonata 14 in C sharp minor (Beethoven). It is the gentle notes and spaces where your reflection is the clearest. It is the spaces between the notes where the haunting takes place. it is the notes that bring you back to this world.
Tchaikovsky is in the room with me tonight and he motions to the black keys and then to the white ones and points out how they make no noise on their own but beauty is always found in the stillness and that there is always music with or without the keys. ...Enjoy!
A Beard By Any Other Name Is Still A Beard
The Story
We were talking about beards from some reason and as can you can imagine there is not much to note from that conversation. However, I am fairly certain that I had never drew or painted a beard. (At least that I can remember) There was the "mustache" series from a few years ago but no beards. Anyway, I figured it's about time I give it a try.
... Enjoy!
The Story
I lay on the floor and think of
the past and
doubt my place
in the present and
wish that there were
answers written in
the cracks across the ceiling.
Self doubt is change
dressed up in
the clothes of yesterday.
.
I lay on the floor and think of
my flight that leaves soon and
wonder what really happens in the open air
up that high.
Self worth is self doubt
dressed up as
someone else.
... Enjoy!
May My Judges Remember That I Am Made Of Bone
The Story
I think the title says it all with this one. Don't you?
.... Enjoy!
The Story
I lay on the floor and think of
the past and
doubt my place
in the present and
wish that there were
answers written in
the cracks across the ceiling.
Self doubt is change
dressed up in
the clothes of yesterday.
.
I lay on the floor and think of
my flight that leaves soon and
wonder what really happens in the open air
up that high.
Self worth is self doubt
dressed up as
someone else.
... Enjoy!
The Intersection Of Then And Now. A Series. #5
This is the fifth painting in a new series that resurrects forgotten, old photos and brings them back to life with painting. These photos are of complete strangers and have been discarded by their owners and are likely to get passed on to a place where they will be gone forever. Looking at these photos I can't help but think about the people and how some have now passed on or are very old but in all cases they have been disconnected from this particular piece of their past. It is these paintings that are meant to give them a place in the present as well into the future as they take on new lives in a new context. At the very least, these are meant to honor the people in the photos and the time that spans from the photo to now... Enjoy!
Everything Else Was Covered In Dust
This was her music. She took piano lessons as a young girl. She told me that the long, pasty white fingers of the old woman teacher scared her as she would point to notes on the page in front of them. She told me how she smelled like powder on the bench next to her and her makeup caked a bit in the wrinkles in her face. She told me that over the piano where big wooden utensils that were carved out of wood and they were covered in a layer of dust and that everything else was covered in dust. She told me the piano teachers husband had died long before her piano lessons and you could tell that other than teaching the kids she was very alone. I picture her as a little girl in the late seventies sitting on the piano bench and soaking all this in and filing it away as her teacher wrote "Good" on the top of the page or the "1 & 2 & 1 & 2 &" under the notes. I see her in her childhood handwriting, "Circle all of the F#" and then it scribbled out and makes feel like I am there and we are all there somehow because I know we all have some memory that isnt too far from this one. (maybe just replace the piano lessons for something else) Either way, as she discovered this old book from her childhood and she gave it to me asking, "is this something you can use?" "I would be honored," I said.... So, with that...Enjoy!
It Is Us And We Are Here
This is the first of the 99 Series. This number refers to the rest of us who do not make up the top 1% of the world who own the majority of the wealth. I know that number may or may not be accurate but for the purpose of my point it is just fine. This series is to meant celebrate those of us who work every day, doing what we do, carving out our own piece of this whole mess. I can really care less about the other 1%. It’s the 99% that matters to me. … Enjoy!
... Enjoy!
Only The Words That Swirl Around While The Roots Take Hold
Outside the studio
there are trees.
Not people
not cars
not slot machines
not sounds
of these things
or reasons
to need these things.
Only trees and
the light that filters
through the leaves
and
the words that
swirl around while
the roots
take hold.
... Enjoy!
For A Fine Job Of Helping
I do have to say that I have to come to appreciate small town life. When I was younger I always thought the city was the only place to be. Then there are times when I am travelling and I stop in some small town and go to some small diner and have a cup of coffee and I look out the window and daydream and the world slowly spins to a halt right in front of me and I get it.
This is a page from a 1959 pamphlet promoting a canoe race from Grayling (one small northern Michigan town) to Oscoda. (another small northern Michigan town) These are both small towns that I am familiar with in my travels through Michigan and I can picture the canoes and the people and the pace and it is the pace of many small towns throughout the world and I am going to pause a minute before I hit the final period on this sentence before I get back to my life in the city.
... Enjoy!
7 Dreams
This is one of those that doesn't have a story of it. It's better if you come up with your own for this one. ... Enjoy!
It Is Out Here Where I Hear The Music
This is one of those that doesn't have a story of it. It's better if you come up with your own for this one. ... Enjoy!
Not Wish There Was Another
I will take this moment and
keep it to myself and
not wish there was another
moment like this one
because there will never be and
closing my eyes
I wait
for the next
moment to come.
... Enjoy!
Only The Parts Of The Body
The small light
lit up only the
parts of the body
that I was
talking to and
her eyes and
lips and
nose and
cheeks where
all there and
the rest melted into
nothing.and
I melted into
her..
... Enjoy!
Nothing But The Sound of Nothing
This is one of those that doesn't have a story that goes along with it. A painting, a late night and out the window there is nothing but the sound of nothing.
... Enjoy!
