Saturday, March 26, 2011

What The Window Told Me: Progressing

The Woman On The Hill

In every crack inside the rocks I found whispers screaming, like tired tongues they almost spit, quickly stitching up their lips. I never heard them laughing.

"I do not speak of great things like love," she said, the woman made of darkness that broods upon the stones, "I do not speak of murder, passion or the way a human dresses up as if it will help them find a reason. I only talk of small things lost, early in the evening; minds before a sip of scotch, or hearts thrown into the jaws of beauty on a first date masquerade. It's these little charms that keep one searching for something more to say. And you have come because you lost your virtue at dusk; a trophy in my treasure house of human puzzle pieces. Tell me this is not what keeps your heart beating?"

In every space between the clouds I heard a sigh that exhaled days of sunless make-believe. Like a dead gaze, eyes almost burned like UV rays, quickly fade into gray - I never saw them blinking.

I spoke;

"I no longer speak of love, nor murder either, and my passion has grown into a malformed pet I keep hidden within, that I must feed with a meager supply of faith. I care no longer for pretty dresses or painting eyes with jaws that devour these hearts by you mentioned. But it is these great things, simply put, that sometimes steal the precious charms you speak of from another unsuspecting person. Not everything gone is lost. Some things are taken. And these things cannot be sought. My heart beats because I am alive, that is the only reason. I have nothing more to say."

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

What The Window Told Me: Painting (beginning) 30"X40"

But if I don't get somewhere soon, I'm selling all my things and hitching a bus to elsewhere.


Still I wonder what keeps me going. Still I keep going.

Friday, March 18, 2011

My Etsy Store Is Up And Active!

Buy my things! Buybuybuy!

Fractals: New Pieces

Dusk In The City - Bracelet

Frost On The Windows - Pendant

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

It's Almost 2AM I'm Tired and Wondering What Compels Me To Paint This Monstrosity

Malleable Petroleum

On the last mini-vacay with The Explorer's Club (where we gather together for a few days of beer drinking and contemplate philosophy, life, you know, like what they do eternally in the first circle of hell) a few of us (myself not included) played music together. I decided to make a CD cover for the track. At some point I'm sure I will post the track on Soundcloud for your listening pleasure.

Woodland Creature in Mind Forest Painting - Progressing

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Fractals: New Pieces

Rhythm Of Song - Earrings

A Moment Before Dawn - Pendant

The Cosmic Egg - Pendant

The Web We Weave - Bracelet

This Is More Like It!

Monday, March 7, 2011

"Life is fast. Art is slow." - Henri Fuseli

I had to use Photobooth to take these pictures. I will post better photos tomorrow evening.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I found this photo on my computer. It is an old photo that served as inspiration for the metaphor of the rabbit in my story, "The Dream".