Wednesday, April 30, 2014



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

Thursday, April 24, 2014


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

Tuesday, April 22, 2014


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'

Monday, April 21, 2014

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............

Thursday, April 17, 2014

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.........

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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

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.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

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
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

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.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

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........

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

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.

Monday, April 7, 2014


An artists 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.........

Thursday, April 3, 2014


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

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

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