| Self Portraits continued it's as simple as that |
| Santa's Christmas I was blessed with two boys. It was exactly at that age in their lives that I began to appreciate being a Dad. I bought a Santa suit and wore it every year until one year the boys said, "Dad, we know your not Santa." |
| I was very depressed when I made this one. Can't you tell. Horror is something that each of us depict in our own way. The idea of dying and having screwed up so much, as to damn myself to Hell's fury. It's more than a terrible thought, it's what nightmares are made of. |
| This is one of those strange adventures into my mind. I guess someone could make a really bad horror movie out of this one. "The Turkey that ate the guests" Damn, you'd never catch me going to dinner at that house again. |
| I can't tell you how many times I found myself feeling just like this at the hands of my unruly computer. I just love technology. |
| 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 more than appropriate that I would create this piece, on Friday the 13th. My mood was dark and mysterious. My mood was very personal and profound. I feel that I have captured a side of myself that always been their and I have never denied. A lonely side of my art. Things I feel when I'm alone. When I have no one to share things with. It's a somber side of myself. Rich in feelings, but very much alone. |
Created 1/13/05
| I've been suffering from these horrid dreams for to many years. Dreams where I wake up with pounding fists upon my father's head. He was a man who knew no logic and delighted in pushing the other into battles on his level of reality. My wife has a rolled up comforter between us, because she's worries that I'll wake her with fists pounding upon her body. With therapy and time I hope to resolve these dreams. But so far years later, I haven't. |
| 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. It's bright. It's witty. It's where I love to be. Each of us live with multiple sides to ourselves. Admitting it, is the difficult part. Some of us call it being moody. .Some release it when to much pressure is put on us or when a big weight in life is taken away. Me, I come alive when I write. It's where I'm most comfortable. It's where I love to be. |
| I've titled this, The Jester's Quill |
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| Page revised April 20, 2008 |
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 outer space. Jetting around in my saucer. My favorite alien ever, was the Metaluna Mutant. A creature from an old Sci Fi classic, "This Island Earth" Think I look pretty cool in my red sun glasses. |
I consider myself someone who really knows and loves the blues. When I pick up my guitar and reach into myself the sounds that come out are real, There's nothing quite like it. A guitar and a smoke. Two things that go together. |
| The Blues Smoke |
Created 2/25/05
placed on this page February 16, 2006