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12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

This is the 365th day of the year. This is the 365th piece of art I have posted. This is the 365th time I will write…

There have been ups and downs during this project just as in life. I’ve made things I love and others that might go into the fire pit. I’ve succeeded in my goal to create and post a piece of art everyday for one year. I have failed to raise all the money for a future art student. I still hope to donate most of the work throughout the course of next year. I will meet these goals in 2013.

I’m not sure what this project means in the grand scheme of things. There will not be a movie made about this like that lady from Julie & Julia. Nothing will be hanging in the Museum of Modern Art in New York. This project will not be in any art history books. It will be a quiet accomplishment that most of the world will not ever find out about. And that… is okay. I didn’t do this for fame or recognition. I did this because I had to. All of these ideas were in my head and they needed to come out, just like when I was a little kid drawing at the dining room table. So I guess it just means what it always has… I am an artist. I am thankful for it.

Thank you… to everyone that has been a part of this small journey. To the fans that have liked, pinned and followed. To the new collectors that have purchased. To the Enfield Mall, Imagine Main Street in Manchester, Katrin of Dali Mamma Cafe and Annie of A Salon for letting me share your space. To everyone that donated supplies, passed along ideas and gave compliments. For the love and support. To my family and friends. To Nicole and Ozlyn. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

and now I bow out, but not for long…




8.5″ x 11″ Marker & Paint Pens on Paper


The land of Oz(lyn) is filled with colors and scribbles and life. Sometimes we catch her staring at one of my paintings. That is the greatest compliment I have ever received. To capture the mind of someone that is only days old with artwork inspired in part by them… full circle. When you get older I hope you stop and stare at everything. Take it all in and take none of it for granted. Add your touch to what moves you. Be inspired! I don’t want you to ever have to grow up, but when you do… I can’t wait to see your world. What will the land of Oz look like?

LoVe & PeaCe



8.5″ x 11″ Marker on Watercolor Paper


Can’t keep this up, we’re all getting sick. Sick and tired of the bullsh*t. Guns don’t kill people, people kill people… WHAT! If people didn’t have the guns to use to kill others we wouldn’t have these problems. Now, thanks to guns being available to just about anyone, there are families who are missing something this holiday season. Missing out on the unconditional love from their children. Missing the joy on those faces as they open up Santa’s gifts. Missing a piece of their hearts. Missing a piece of their souls. Something they created. Something they loved from deep within. There is no gun that can get that back for them.

As long as there are guns, there will be violence. Whether it be protecting your homes, schools or freedoms people will die. Guns are for cowards. We shouldn’t have these kinds of problems in our society today. This isn’t the Wild  Wild West so put the cowboys and Indians games to rest.

Hold on to your loved ones a little tighter this year. Tell them you love them. Share peace and love because it is infectious. If we love each other the right way we can all live together in peace.




12″ x 24″ Sharpie on Omega Bond

I’ve got an angel. She doesn’t wear any wings. She wears a heart that can melt my own. She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing. She gives me presents, with her presence alone. She gives me everything I could wish for. She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home. She could make angels. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You gotta be careful when you’ve got good love. Cause the angels will just keep on multiplying.  ~Jack Johnson / Angel





8.5″ x 11″ Markers on Watercolor Paper


I had my palm read and it said… what lies in your future is already in your head, you just don’t know it yet. You’ve gotten everything you’ve been searching for, look around you and you’ll see it. You’ll get your palm trees, beach hut and board. You’ll live in the sun with the sand and the ocean, but you’ve got to earn it. If you still want it when the time comes then it will be yours. Stay patient, stay focused and live for today. Your tomorrows will show up at your door when you least expect them to.




Mixed Media on Styrofoam

Say so long there are only days to go. Winding time down like time is in slow-mo. Take a knife to my work and slit her throat. Gasping for air as she crawls to the door. Bleeding out paint all over the floor. Look into her eyes and I can see the past year stare back at me screaming don’t let this end. Look at yourself, look at what you are doing, look at where you have been. Don’t close those pads, don’t drop those pens. Leave those paint cans open, splatter those canvases again. Who are you to let this come to an end? You got us into this mess day after day. This is how we will be repaid? By killing the lifeline that brought you three-sixty-five. Turn your back on us and you are the one who will die…




16″ x 20″ Markers & Paint Pens on Canvas


Last night I was racing down the highway trying to get away from a bunch of teenagers that were throwing eggs at my car. I was going as fast as I could, but a hybrid is really no match for a Mustang. I got in front of them and the driver lost control. Light, dark, light, dark, light was the last thing I remembered before the crash. Three bodies sprawled out on the pavement in a red sea. I put a flower in one of their shirts. I drizzled honey in another’s wounds. And rested my head on the third’s chest and said,”there is no way you can like this on Facebook”. I counted to four, pulled out a brown marker and wrote “put it in the oven” across each of their foreheads. Then… I woke up! Man my dreams are gettin’ weird.

LiKe a CHiLD


16″ x 20″ Marker & Paint Pens on Canvas


Go back. Back to, when I was two and drew too. Not too much to do. The essence of my being is being able to… draw. I would draw and draw and draw the things that I saw. A stick figure person or a finger print tree, a boat, an apple… a bee. I went through crayons like seconds go through minutes go through hours into days. I would sit there and draw for days. So, I take it back to the essence and grace you with the presence of this skinless lizard-like menace. He might live in this house or out in these woods. He’s been in the making as these days have turned into years. And now finally… finally… he is here.




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…




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

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.




8.5″ x 11″ Marker on Paper


Preacherman don’t tell me, Heaven is under the Earth. I know you don’t know what life is really worth. It’s not all that glitters is gold. Half the story has never been told. So now you see the light, eh! Stand up for your rights. Come on!

Most people think, Great God will come from the skies. Take away everything and make everybody feel high. But if you know what life is worth. You will look for yours on Earth. And now you see the light. You stand up for your rights. Jah!

We sick and tired of- your ism-skism game – Dyin’ ‘n’ goin’ to Heaven in-a Jesus’ name, Lord. We know when we understand. Almighty God is a living man. You can fool some people sometimes. But you can’t fool all the people all the time. So now we see the light… Stand up for your right!


Get Up Stand Up ~ Bob Marley & The Wailers




8.5″ x 11″ Marker on Paper


Walking around with my eyes and mouth separated from my body. I came across a group of ladies, naked ladies, worshiping a giant tortoise. He was popping out from the ground like a flower. The women were chanting, only in your dreams… only in your dreams. I looked to the sky and it was filled with pinwheels. Only in your dreams. Then… I woke up… grabbed my pad… and drew this.

FiLL ‘eM iN



11″ x 15″ Markers on Watercolor Paper


I only see yo——-> in shades of gray. The memo——–> all seem so far away. You had be——->  for quite a while. With that w—–> with that smile. A certain ——-> in your eyes. A certain ——-> in your stare. You gave it ——-> across the room. You gave ——->hen you flipped your hair. ——-> time could be put into reverse. ——-> there ——-> time to rehearse, ——-> it all ——-> out the same? ——->ou ——-> my face and no——->  The love w——->h care? Were ——->red with yo——->nough? The ——->een part of ——->ust have been ——->u’ve se——-> of my life. ——-> for t——->. ——-> it ever really mean to be?  There’s always going to be something new or something better suited for you. Well wishes as you head ———->



11″ x 15″ Sharpie on Watercolor Paper


A simple hi and a smile just walked on by. He fell in love for the eleventh time, that day. But she was, is, the one. People watching in the city can give you a sore neck. Sore eyes. A sore heart. He saw their whole life together flash before his eyes by the time she got to the end of the block. Then like life, she was gone. If he only… What if he… But she might have… There might not ever be another chance. Go, the worst that can happen is… nothing. Doing nothing is the worst that could happen. A simple hi, could change the rest of your life.