| Self Portraits continued it's as simple as that |
| Santa's Christmas I was blessed with two boys. When they were just at that right age, I bought a Santa suit and wore it every year until one year the boys said, "Dad ... We know your not Santa." Now I'll have to wait till I have grandchildren. |
| I was very depressed when I made this one. Horror is something that each of us depict differently. The idea of dying without settling up in life, with my ill deeds, rings home the issue that Hell may become my place of residence when all is said and done. It's more than a terrible thought, it's what nightmares are made of. |
| I decided it appropriate to cast myself as a Turkey? Don't ask me ... Sometimes I feel like a nut! Obviously here I did. That's the image you see above. |
| I can't tell you how many times I found myself feeling just like this ... How I'd love to get my hands around the neck of dots and dashes of this computer. I just love technology. Placed on this page on February 16th, 2006. |
| Fragmentation. A very useful word when it comes to my art and even my life. I feel this depicts my state of mind. Which way do I go, which side of the cube shall I satisfy this day. Sometimes, I get depressed and struggle to keep my head together. Sometimes, especially in the early hours of the day, I'm bundled in energy. What ever I do, it's all me. |
| Fish and fish keeping, go back a long way. Thirty odd years or more. At one point, I had more than ten fish tanks set up, with varieties stemming from salt, to brackish, to fresh water varieties. Sometimes I'd sit in from of the aquarium and stare at the fish for hours on end. I'm sure from their point of view, I looked just like this. |
Created 12/27/04
| I think it was appropriate that I should create this piece, on Friday the 13th, 2006. My mood was dark and mysterious. My mood was very personal and to me ... Profound. I feel that I have captured a side of myself that always been their and I have never denied. It's a lonely side to my art. Things I feel when I'm all to myself and the lights are lower than others might call ... "Normal.". It's times when I have no one to share things with. It's a somber side of myself. Intense with colors and shapes, a place I can call my own. |
Created 1/13/05
| I've been suffering from these horrid dreams for to many years. Dreams where I wake up with pounding fists crashing down upon my father's head. He was a man who knew no logic when it came to anger and almost delighted in pushing the other persons buttons until some sort of physical battle came forth. My wife decided that a rolled up comforter between us was a good idea. She's afraid that I'll wake her with fists pounding upon her body. With therapy and time I hope to resolve these dreams. Now it's years later and I sleep alone in my bed. |
| I always loved my guitars. Loved to play them. Loved to collect at them. Loved to look them. I always loved my amps. Loved to play through them. Loved to collect them. Loved to look at them. I always loved my hats. Loved to wear at them. Loved to collect them. Loved to look at them. I just love it. |
Created 3/04/05
| Here's where I live a big chunk of my life. Sometimes writing. Sometimes making music. Sometimes crying. Sometimes laughing. But always ... I am me. Always. |
Created 3/20/05
| I love this side of me. I'm bright, witty, and it's where I love to be. Each of us live with multiple sides to ourselves, but admitting it, is the difficult part. Some of us call it just being silly. Me, I come alive when I write. It's where I'm most comfortable. It's where I love to be. |
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| Page revised January 22, 2012 |
College was an age of discovery for
me. I found that there was a word
for the things that I loved to do.
And that word was "art". It
was a word I learned to
respect and to
hold in high regard.
Art, I'm sure it will follow
me till the end of my days.
me. I found that there was a word
for the things that I loved to do.
And that word was "art". It
was a word I learned to
respect and to
hold in high regard.
Art, I'm sure it will follow
me till the end of my days.
| I always loved the idea of being an alien from another world, jetting around in my way cool flying saucer. The Metaluna Mutant was my favorite alien ... Ever. This blue big headed brain guy was a creature from the old SciFi classic, "This Island Earth". Think I look pretty cool in my red sun glasses, as the alien big head. |
| A blues smoke. Some of us take to depression harder than others. Some of us don't notice it at all. It was at this point of my life, some eight years ago, when chain smoking just felt necessary. I was out of work and overwhelmed with the drudgery of everyday existence of the job hunt. The whole ordeal was merciless. |
Created 2/25/05
These pictures in the background. It's a shot of me while
observing one of the paintings I did while in college, 1974.
Just a few years back ... Right!
observing one of the paintings I did while in college, 1974.
Just a few years back ... Right!
Hey everyone ... That's me with long hair ... 1970.