Yield

Yield

Accessing the situation

He determined

A course of action

There is no winning here

Standing ground only leads to conflict

Running away shows cowardice

So he determined to yield

Bend away and let the wind

Find its path around him

The storm came

Full and proud

Determined to show its force

After there were few survivors

Damaged he looked around

Surveyed his status

I am here to rebuild

The storm is gone

Its vengeance a memory

Anger can become a storm

Tearing apart everything built

Around trust and love

Laying waste to even memory

Of passion and desire

Shattering and tearing at hope

The ocean takes the sand

Deep into its heart

Placing it back upon the shore

A survivor flowers

As spring brings a new day

Amongst brittle remains

unfinished?

a couple of paintings that are "sort of" finished......once I get a new studio first pieces I will pull out to complete..........

by the sea.

April 23........

collaboration

This work below is by Stephanie Yovino Folk...........I am doing a collaboration with her where she will make the image and I will write poems based on the images...........

She stood by the edge of the fence
Eyes closed she could hear the voices
Of children playing
She knew the song they were singing'

found objects 2

over the next few days I will post some of the larger paintings I have made.........this one is 5'x7'......everything is going into storage.........I am trying to sell my house and find a new place to work.........

this stuff is some figurative works I found while pulling stuff from under the bed.....I was storing most of my works on paper there............

In transition......

This is a lino print from 2012........magenta ink on silver........

I have been pulling out the prints from under the bed.......rolling stuff up for the long storage........hopefully I will find a decent place once the house is sold (hopefully quickly and without major drama)

So I am posting some stuff that I uncover from the past while I am in transition.........

found objects......

Going through my work........found these......I might have posted them in the past, but thought they looked good together........

Want to loose viewers to your blog........write poetry!

The Immortal

For once in my life

I have someone that needs me.

An eternal journey yet only a moment

From here to there, preoccupied with time

A base established on a distant outpost

Radiating signals home

Contemplation

Living in the moment

I will return someday

To this time and this place

It is a comfort to feel this

Knowing its certainty

She comforts him with irony and displeasure

Only he knows how much she cares

Species intermingle and are inappropriate

Signaling the Immortals departure

His work is done here

Sowing the seeds of change

My room is blue

Even things red look blue here

Aided by a need to make sense

Of things irreconcilable

Shatter the framework

Of matter and form

As we reconnect with what matters

In an infinite universe

Immortality in the eyes of a child

Looking to the vastness of time

When I return here

All this will be gone

Dust and memories

For me yet a moment

Traded for the heavens

And a brief stint of immortality.

Oscars Pie Shop.

Monsters and Zombies

Met the other day

At Oscars Pie Shop

On the corner of Main

Sat around laughing

At the absurdity of things

Who looked the best

In a pair of Chinos

In walked the Hippies

The Bikers

Sal from the coffee shop

Alice who never wore underwear

Joined in the conversation

Ordered Pie

Milk

And for Sal anything but Cappuccino

Everyone thought it was a strange group

To meet at a Pie shop

In the morning hours

After the end of the world

Hippies were trying to understand

What hipsters were

And why they weren’t

That

Zombies remember not being zombies

Which is unusual

As Zombies usually do not remember

Not being zombies, or anything for that matter

Monsters considered they were in purgatory

Pie was a metaphor for trying to comprehend the afterlife

That they were only monsters to others

They were really misunderstood

Oscar came out of the kitchen

Bringing a trey of blueberry cobbler

Sat down with the customers

To tell a story

Where once he found

Fame and fortune

Making pies

For the king and queen

Of a small country at the end of forever

Dishing out sweets

And garnishing praise

A king amongst kings they did say

He began to think

That he was so special

No one would ever eat cookies again

Forget about cake, pie ruled the day

King he did realize

Pies were a threat

Sent Oscar to the end

Where this story is told

Where Hippies and Bikers and Zombies and Monsters

Eat really good pie at the end of the world

Sent by their king to consider their plight

All victims of excess and greed

And what of the poet

With pie a la mode

Pencil in hand

Observing the scene

Let’s just say

We all look for meaning

And a good piece of pie

At the end of the road.

Movin ON.

Starting to take down the art room today.......should be done by noon........wherever I wind up next I will continue this project.........I am thinking some open industrial space somewhere.  I do not think it will be here in new york as it is just too expensive to continue around here.....looking at places around the country.

If anyone has an idea of good places to relocate please let me know........

People start to sing.

People start to sing

Tracing the morning with her finger

Magic circles in a field once inhabited

By water

I am frightened by the sound of thunder

Mountains move closer to the city to find excitement

Sheila raises her glass to the composer

Who worries about retribution from a jealous god

Getting together to form a society

Brittle bones crack with an enviable sigh

Twisted wreckage of the tornado gone by

Flashing gold teeth and subtle innuendo

Cantilevered I stand over the river

Sheer forces propel the inevitable future

Structures crumble around this holy place

Leaving in ruins timelines unwritten

Leaving the future unstuck in memory

Seeking to define uncertainty

Free of the outcomes left for man to write

Nature seeks to restore a sense of balance.

People start to sing

Evening light reflected in pools of remorse

The exodus begins

Quiet whispers of a new dawn.

faces.........

An artists life.......today I begin the process of selling my house in Huntington Long Island......and
now I must start looking for the next stage of my life and career.........

Springs.......

Hi, I posted a couple of videos on YOutube of the lightroom.......

http://youtu.be/UQc_RYFcVfU

This one is with the modulations of light.....