LOVE GROWS (SOLD)
24″ x 36″ Mixed on Wood
We couldn’t tell the precise moment when our love was formed. Seeds had been planted a long time ago. Rain came to water them every day. Drop by drop by drop. Sun shined down to give it strength. Making the roots burst through our souls and reach out intertwining to form a love so strong. A love that will spread new seeds to grow. A love that will last. A love that I love. Drip-drop, drip-drop, drip…
RASTA MARBLED
24″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Board
I didn’t think this was going to come out the way it did. I bought this nick-nack holder with a bunch of slots at the Mansfield Flea Market. When I got home I filled up each slot with paint and was going to let it dry and leave it that way, but I didn’t. I grabbed a 24×24 board and put it on the ground. Then I took the holder with paint and did the only thing that made sense… I flipped it over on to the board. Rasta Marbled was born.
11 VERTICALS
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold-blooded claws never offer Anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick up the pieces That make it out alright But pieces of what? Pieces of what Pieces of what doesn’t matter anymore Moonlight on my floor Shining through the roof They got the city surrounded As if I needed proof I forgot my fear… Feel it’s on the rise… Buried by all of the pieces… Falling from the sky But pieces of what? Pieces of what Pieces of what doesn’t matter anymore ~MGMT
ON the CEILING
36″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Board
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni had his vision of what to paint on the ceiling and Michael Justino Michaud would have gone a slightly different route. I would have started out in the middle and worked my way out, like this. Here is the beginning and center of my chapel. I’m sure Michelangelo and I could have worked out something if we could have collaborated on this.
JUST AN ARTIST
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
I am not the best artist of this generation. I am not the worst artist of this generation. I am just an artist that is part of this generation. I am just an artist that makes what he feels at that point in time. I am not the one who will be the judge of my work. People will say they like my work. People will say they hate my work. Either way it doesn’t matter in the end. What will matter is that I did something true to my heart & soul. What will matter is that I did something that made me happy. What will matter is that I tried, I gave my mind & time to something I love. I gave my heart & soul, my mind & time, my love… I was here & I did something with my life… ~mijumi
UNIVERSAL CONNECTION (SOLD)
18″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Canvas
WORDS FROM THE PROPHET
18″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Canvas
If me want, me no really crave. Can’t want. Because where me grow, me know everything you could want. Stones was my toys and trees and bush and flowers. They were my toys. So I don’t grow up and want things. Is millions of stones used to be around me, and me used to go play amongst the flowers and them, and play as a little youth; and so me grow up loving the hills more than the things of want. Because want is just the things you want that people make; so I really want nothing. ~Bob Marley
O GALO de BARCELOS (SOLD)
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
Barcelos is a town in Portugal. The town’s famous symbol is a rooster, in Portuguese called o galo de Barcelos (“the Rooster of Barcelos“). There is a legend associated with this rooster. One of the many versions of this legend goes that a rich man threw a big party. When the party was over, the rich man noticed that his sterling cutlery was stolen by a guest. He accused a pilgrim and let him go to court. He protested his innocence, but the judge didn’t believe him. The judge was about to eat a roasted rooster when the pilgrim said: “If I am innocent, this rooster will crow three times.” When the pilgrim was about to be lynched, the rooster crowed. The judge released the pilgrim. The story ends a few years later when the pilgrim returned and made a statue of the event. Now the rooster can be found in just about every home where you’ll find a Portuguese person.
BLUE LIGHT SPECIAL
24″ x 36″ Aerosol on Paper
Forty day tear. Got road-wear. No-doz braking. Breaking, breaker. Caffeine shakes. Can’t feel my legs. Three quarters dead. Motel ahead. Just give me a table and a single shed. Just give me cable and a single bed. Have a ray gun. Sleep tight son. Desk man’s got a face, like Norman Bates. Don’t let it outta the box!. Yeah the blue light is good. Yeah the blue light is great. Gotta pile it on, your Blue Light Special plate. If you shovel it in, they can vacuum you out. Gonna take you on a junket. That you never dreamed about. ~Bottle Rocket
ONE QUESTION LEFT
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
What if I…? How could she…? Maybe I should have…? Why don’t we…? Don’t fret. Don’t let… all of these questions that get. Stuck in your head for days and days. Eat away at your mind in so many different ways. How can your thoughts become your own worst enemy? Where do we go when it’s all over? How do I get back to the sea? How will this all turn out? Who am I supposed to be? All of these questions keep comin’ back around. All of these questions can bring me to the ground. Why?
TINY DANCER
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
ONE LOVE (SOLD)
16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas
Thanks again to everyone for being a part of this project. I appreciate all the love and good vibes that have come along since it started. Here is the first piece for the start of another fast six months to come. One love, one heart… Let’s get together and feel all right… Enjoy!
GOING STREAKING
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
We’re going streaking! Sorry, sorry, we’re goin’ streaking through the quad and then to the gymnasium. Come on everybody! Come on! Snoop! Snoop-a-loop! Snoop…uh, no, it’s cool! It’s cool! I’m cool, bring your green hat. Let’s go! Come on everybody we’re goin! – Frank the Tank
WEEDS
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
You get in the way. They call you ugly. You ruin things. They don’t give you a chance. You don’t belong here. They rip out your being. Be strong. Stand tall. Hold on. You are here for a reason. They don’t see it, but you know it and that’s all that matters.
RED EYE
24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood
It is not known exactly what causes the Great Red Spot’s reddish color. Theories supported by laboratory experiments suppose that the color may be caused by complex organic molecules, red phosphorus, or yet another sulfur compound. The Great Red Spot (GRS) varies greatly in hue, from almost brick-red to pale salmon, or even white. The reddest central region is slightly warmer than the surroundings, which is the first evidence that the Spot’s color is affected by environmental factors. The spot occasionally disappears from the visible spectrum, becoming evident only through the Red Spot Hollow, which is its niche in the South Equatorial Belt. The visibility of GRS is apparently coupled to the appearance of the SEB; when the belt is bright white, the spot tends to be dark, and when it is dark, the spot is usually light. ~Jupiter