24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood


Nothing strong enough to break this bond. Not the beauty of the snakes. Not a tropical place. Not time, not space. I run to you. I run to you because it is in me. Chosen roads of reincarnations past. I’ve done this before. I can see it in my dreams. Old souls always find their way back. I run to you. Nothing in lives passed ever tore us apart. Nothing in future lives will be the start… of our demise. I love you and that will never die. I run to you and I always know why.




8.5″ x 11″ Marker on Paper


Feeling claustrophobic, pressure grips lungs. No air, can’t breathe. Fight it. Feeling a bit forgetful, can’t remember to… can’t remember what I can’t remember. Layers of me shed, fall to the ground. Can’t breathe. Fight it. I’m upside down choking on stale air. Sunshine. Boom… for real. Basquiat. Scribble. Positivity. Almost there. Nobody really wants to be famous, but I might… fight it. Counting down the days. Counting down the pieces. Counting… counting. Fighting…

NoT Too FaST



12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Wood

First light. First sight. First time you open your eyes. First cry. First sounds. First deep breath and a sigh. First night. First day. First time we say your name… to you. First words. First steps. So many firsts left. First you must arrive for your firsts to come alive. First time we see you you’ll melt our hearts. First time will be first, but it won’t be the last. First just stay little, don’t grow up too fast.

aLL aRouND You



24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood


Let it fall to the ground, down to the ground. Let it crumble. Let the emotions pour out, pour on to the ground. See the rubble. See the words on the page scream out loud, so loud. Try to say it yourself, to yourself, you would stumble. Watch the ground start to shake, feel it shake through your hands. See you tremble. Keep it bottled inside, inside let it fly, let it fly, fly out bumble bumble. All around us it will collapse. All around you it will collapse. All around me it will collapse. To the ground, watch it fall, let it fall and be humble.




24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood


From the footprints in the sand to walking a floor of water. Face the horizon and light up the morning sky. Bless the meek so that they may gain the strength they need to inherit the Earth. Some may go at it alone, but others will call upon you for your guidance. Be the voice of reason. Be everything we need and everything we will become. Be the beauty that surrounds. Be the light. Show us the way.

Be NoRMaL oR



11″ x 15″ Markers on Watercolor Paper


Follow the trends. Read the new best sellers. Listen to what the radio tells you to. Watch American Idol. Buy the latest iPhone. Go to the mall. Pay for over priced movies. Wear skinny jeans, with black framed glasses, a flannel and a floppy knit hat. Stay at a resort on your vacation to Jamaica, sit by the pool with a drink, eat at the buffet and don’t step foot into a culture you’ve never seen before. Furnish your home at IKEA couches, beds, lamps, rugs, chairs, shelves, mirrors, plants, cutlery… don’t forget to have some Swedish meatballs in the cafeteria. Grab a Dunkin Donuts coffee on your way to Walmart and when you’re exhausted and hungry after all of the bargain shopping you did head over to T.G.I. Fridays for some home cookin’. Or… don’t.

THiS iS iT


24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

Walking outside in the cold grasp of a burning city. Claiming to be the second coming of Jesus Christ, she was screaming. There is more to life than this! There is more to life than this! Silence. Marching up and down the block like a rat in a cage she stopped when she came to each sidewalk’s end. Start counting. Not one, not two, not four, not five, not six. Three! Shrieking with the power of God flowing out of her face. Three! Three! Three! Then, like icicles fall from rooftops, her head fell off and floated away to be with the stars in the sky, in the galaxy… in the universe… in the heavens. Her body dropped. This is it for now. The city still burns… the city… still burns.




6″ x 12″ Mixed Media on Wood


Marcus say sir Marcus say, red for the blood that flowed like the river. Marcus say sir Marcus say, green for the land Africa. Marcus say yellow for the gold that they stole. Marcus say, black for the people it was looted from.
They took us away captivity, captivity. Required from us a song right now man say repatriate, repatriate. I and I patience have now long time gone. Fathers mothers sons daughters everyone. Four hundred million strong. Ethiopia stretch forth her hand closer to God, we Africans closer to God we can. In our hearts is Mount Zion. Now you know seek the Lion. How can we sing in a strange land. Don’t want to sing in a strange land no. Liberation true democracy. One God, one aim, one destiny.

Worth His Weight in Gold / Steel Pulse




24″ x 36″ Mixed Media on PVC


Lifted up. Turned around. Pushed through the surface. Slammed to the ground. Everything went numb. Everything was black. Which way is up? How do I get back? Hand over hand. Climbing up the leash. Made it to the board. Finally I can breathe. Another set rolls in. Crashing from the sky. Pinning down my chest. Feel like I could die. Gotta get back up. Climb the leash once more. Light seen at the surface from the ocean floor. Got myself to safety. Made it through the storm. Got back on my board. Paddled out for more.




16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Wood


Three little words. I, love and you. Make someone’s day with I love you. Change someone’s life with I love you. Shape the course of history with I love you. I love you in the morning and when the night time comes. I love you in the moonlight and under the sun. I love you all of the time, so much it makes me weak. I love you… I love you, it’s so plain to see. I love, I love you.




16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas


Nothing sweeter than when she breathes. She moves. Playing tag through mom’s belly. You’re it. Recognizing voices, foods and waking up. She rises. Her favorite song is Three Birds by Bob Marley. She dances. Growing bigger, stronger and ready for the world. She breathes. Don’t worry little one, you’ll be free soon. She waits… we wait… we breathe… she breathes.




8.5″ x 11″ Marker on Paper


Down the street you can hear her scream you’re a disgrace as she slams the door in his drunken face. And now he stands outside and all the neighbors start to gossip and drool. He cries oh, girl you must be mad. What happened to the sweet love you and me had? Against the door he leans and starts a scene and his tears fall and burn the garden green. And so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually…

A little Indian brave who before he was ten played war games in the woods with his Indian friends. And he built up a dream that when he grew up he would be a fearless warrior Indian Chief. Many moons passed and more the dream grew strong until tomorrow he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle. But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night. And so castles made of sand melt into the sea, eventually…

There was a young girl, whose heart was a frown cause she was crippled for life and she couldn’t speak a sound. And she wished and prayed she could stop living. So she decided to die. She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore and to her legs she smiled you won’t hurt me no more. But then a sight she’d never seen made her jump and say, “Look a golden winged ship is passing my way.” And it really didn’t have to stop, it just kept on going…

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually…

~ Castles Made of Sand / Jimi Hendrix

MoRe WaTeR



16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas


It can take you, flip you upside down and break you. It can make you, want to come back for more. You can try to, get away, but it won’t let you. You’ll hear it call you, it’ll come and get you. It’s the call, the call that you just have to, answer and you’ll come back to. The call of the waves will grab you. It might be chunky, choppy, glassy or funky. Might call it a hella, awesome, wicked or crunk sea. Don’t let it miss you, we all need some of the sea. So when it calls you, run right down to the sea. Give a wave to the waves in the sea. Give a wave to the waves for me.

DiSPeRSioN a.K.a. WaTeR WaVeS



8.5″ x 11″ on Markers on Paper


In fluid dynamics, dispersion of water waves generally refers to frequency dispersion, which means that waves of different wavelengths travel at different phase speeds. Water waves, in this context, are waves propagating on the water surface, and forced by gravity and surface tension. As a result, water with a free surface is generally considered to be a dispersive medium.

Surface gravity waves, moving under the forcing by gravity, propagate faster for increasing wavelength. For a given wavelength, gravity waves in deeper water have a larger phase speed than in shallower water. In contrast with this, capillary waves only forced by surface tension, propagate faster for shorter wavelengths.

Besides frequency dispersion, water waves also exhibit amplitude dispersion. This is a nonlinear effect, by which waves of larger amplitude have a different phase speed from small-amplitude waves.



12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond


Even though he is gone, he is there and you have the memories. One love. He is the one who taught you about life, love and how to sing. One Heart. Though these days are tough and the nights are long he left you with the gift of song. Let’s get together. You will get back up, you will rise above and sing again your songs of love. And feel all right. One love, one heart. Let’s get together and feel all right. He is in your heart, he is looking down. He is smiling at you, so lift your frown. You make him proud when he hears your sound. So sing it loud up to his cloud. You will get by. One love. You are strong. One heart. Write one for him and sing that song… One Love… One Family… One Heart…