April 28, 2023 In
painting #152
2023
image transfer, letraset, mixed
on 48″x48″ canvas
TRANSITION OBVIOUS
u will find unapologetic FORM for the first time here.
or at least form not being completely annihilated.
there are bold remnants.
perhaps a letting go. THE FEAR.
the close to 50 SURRENDER.
knowing its gonna happen anyway
so u may as well rest into it instead
of scurrying atop.
CONTROL has always dictated its boundaries
NOW..
it b.
mix, wander, become itself and transform itself
on and in the same stroke.
seemingly safe monochromatic turns an obvious
multiplex of one color/mark made creates an opposing overlay
and vice versa. still creating a swarm of previous EXPERIENCE/
life events.. and when sitting closer just like life you hear the details.
bringing POETRY back.
stream of consciousness or unconscious ramblings of words
and or marks used mostly for ASEMIC pleasure.
some removed, replaced, washed, covered, torn and returned..
some legible for you.. most not. some upside down and or backwards.
some words meaningful.. others blabber.
but all for your peering pleasure.
ALL for aesthetic making FIRST while POETRY having thick roots here.
April 24, 2023 In
painting #151
2023
acrylic, ink, mixed
on 40″x60″ canvas
literal transition piece…
wait and see what’s next.
April 6, 2022 In
painting #150
2022
acrylic. mixed
on 40″x60″ canvas
circles because
fear.
fear of skies at beaches and
open and endless spaces.
smells like death
and the circle
is its orange.
geometry calls upon safety.
amorphousness sits comfortable amid chaos and mind.
u can see the circles above and beneath the pant. it was once the star of the show reigning in hyper rigidity but now is my past. its still there, as is my rotting roots.. but i have paint and mind now. somedays thunder of thor and that’s mine too. it’s something GOD gave me and never asks for back. it lays on top and makes false senses of security secondary in its nameless coagulation of non shape and time.
March 28, 2022 In
painting #149
2022
acrylic, mixed
24″x30″ canvas
small but mighty.
the lines btw masterpiece and nonsense
are thinner than things most thin
-they are without poetry.
apply/remove/comeback
and dance
motion brush
eye
it was my very first time.
i surrendered.
to something outside my conscious craving
manipulation
and need for happy little trees
and june cleaver living.
i sat with what was
and it started teaching me things.
it taught me all things I’ve studied
but could not apply
-that it itself is beauty
if you can just leave it the fuck alone
-that it too is still manipulation by choosing the absence of manipulation.
a self decided
completed
work of art
September 7, 2021 In
painting #147
2021
acrylic
60″x40″ canvas
with more violet orchard magenta
than meets the camera
i realize
so close to disaster sits magnificance.
i realize
I’m a surgeon
with a paint brush.
Some patients are goners
before even seeing me.
Some have all the potential
in the world;
1second the performance
romantic and visceral…
with mental gibber accolading oneself to floods.
the next
flat lines
and not the good flat lines either
Maybe I went too far.
But I know far is where the good stuff is.
Problem is
so is that really really bad
stuff too.
July 3, 2021 In
painting #146
2021
acrylic, ink, pastels
72″x60″ canvas
i can go too far
too often
passing points
of good
because i never liked
good
-creating
mass destruction
of uncertain ends.
lots of refuse
and sometimes brilliance.
good thing statistics
never turned me on.
February 25, 2021 In
painting #145
2021
acrylic
on 60″x 72″ canvas
cosmos n things
of past
make matte steel gray
that seem more blue
w hours intensify as you wait to judge her.
you can
not.
this bitch
4 certain
does not give 1 silent or deafening
fuck
its true
December 31, 2020 In
painting #144
2020
acrylic, mixed
on 60″x 84″ canvas
seductive beast in size and unwillingness to photograph properly
(her nuance and drama are a must see in person
to grasp her enormity of presence)
-she’s lived lifetimes and bears all markings deeply and proud
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