Daily slices of the field from September 2021 (early to late left to right)
Afternoon of broken things
2021 (12” x 10” x 3”) Oil, Graphite, Black 3.0 on Panel & wood.
In the morning there were eggs, and sausage
and mimosas
In the evening all the problems were solved
with whiskey & rye
at dinner there was wine
Lunch a burger fries and beers
all before the
afternoon of broken things
with the sliver of warm light let in the room
by the door left open
"36 Poems i've told myself"
"36 poems i've told myself" - 2021 - 54” x 60” Oil, Black 3.0, Mixed media on panel
Sandbar
Cut to the quick
Messages you’ve sent
Summer dawn
Go for pancakes
Throw the tooth brush away
Crushing defeat
Time was a thing we had
Afternoon of broken things
An accidentally typist
Pattern matching in landscapes & relationships
True meaning of recovery
They did not have to receive the whole message to be able to fill in the blanks.
The angles of intelligent languages
Mathematical linguists,
Zipf’s Law was a characteristic of human languages
quantitative measure of the complexity of the thought processes
Knowing you don't know
skeuomorphic
Coin flip
We wait for no one - wait for no one
Visions of a landscape in childhood
Finding childhood visions
Willfully naive
In the hands of monsters we sleep
Slippery slopes & tight ropes
After the rain comes the light
Icing on a Sunday Afternoon
The only sound
icing on the skylights
a cat sleeping
a page turns
Sunday afternoon is
every day now
cages of our own imagination
too much of the good thing
the silence
as the refrigerator kicks on
never enough
Life of meaning
Order matters
in baking
DNA
emergency exits
&
the meaning in life
Lovely & taken for granted
Lovely & taken for granted
sitting in the coffeeshop
when you could sit in coffee shops
when you could get out of bed
when you could imagine
a future
Monsters are real
Blankets
Shrugs
Silence
Economic development zones
Freeways
Fists
Food
Fences
Toys
Tanks
Table tennis
Tools all
are weapons
in the hands of monsters
we sleep
Instagram (March 8th - 20th, 2021)
Your skin so soft, pillows so rough
One hour forward, one hour backward
treading water as the current
rolls on
to the other side of the bed
weeds or flowers nipped
in the bud
with springs corners
swept of spider webs
Your skin so soft, pillows so rough