DReaMiN DeeP

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MAGENTA DREAMS  (SOLD)

18″ x 18″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

What do artists dream of,  when they take a little artist snooze? Do they dream of paint on canvas, or Jackson Pollock drinkin’ booze?. Don’t you worry your crazy haired head, we’re gonna get you back to creatin’ in your cozy studio shed. And then we’re gonna find our new canvas and then we’re gonna paint them and make a mess. Art, Art, Oh, Art Artie Artie Art Art. But if you sleep through alarm clock speakers, well then we’re s**t out of luck.  ~my take on Stu’s Song

RiSe N DRaW

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COCK-A-DOODLE DOODLE

11″ x 15″ Pen & Marker on Watercolor Paper

 

Rise up this mornin’.  Yawn with the rising sun.  There is a bird, that’s in my mind set.  Singin’ sweet songs, to me to get me out of bed.  And get images into my head, head, head…  Singin’ start drawing… everything.  Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right.  Singin’ start drawing… everything.  Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right.  Rise up this mornin’.  I got a pen in hand.  I got some paper and markers too.  I’m gonna draw now, draw now for all of you, you, you… Singin’ start drawing… everything.  Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right.  Singin’ start drawing… everything.  Cuz everything you draw… is gonna be just right.  ~my take on Three Little Birds

FRoM oNe DRop

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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…

LoST My MaRBLeS

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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.

MaKe WaY

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THE PRINCE

11″ x 15″ Pen & Marker on Watercolor Paper

 

Now I see his face. I’ve seen him smile. Such in a lonely place. No golden mile, his eyes tell morbid tales of his black heart. His deeds through ages past tell of his part.
See his face, see his smile Time to die
An angel from below change my dreams. I want for glory’s hour, for wealth’s esteem. I wish to sell my soul. To be reborn. I wish for earthly riches, don’t want no crown of thorns.
See his face, see his smile Time to die
I was born a fool. Don’t want to stay that way. Devil take my soul with diamonds you repay. I don’t care for Heaven. Don’t you look for me to cry and I will burn in Hell from the day I die.
See his face, see his smile Time to die  ~Metallica

PieCeS oF WHaT

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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

My SWeeT SiSTiNe

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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.

i MaKe STuFF

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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

PLuGGeD iN

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UNIVERSAL CONNECTION  (SOLD)

18″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

Do you think we’re the only ones out here?  Is there life out in this universe other than on Earth?  Are the Mayans right?  Who will save us?  Is there a parallel universe where anything you dream can happen?  Would you want to go there?  If you could meet the you from another planet would you want to?  What if you didn’t like the you you met?  Do you think heaven is real?  Is it out there in the space?  Do you think we get to come back?  Would you do it over the same way?  Do you like the you that you have become?

GoNe

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INNOCENCE LOST

7″ x 15″ Mixed Media Sculpture

 

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men. ~Giorgio de Chirico
All things truly wicked start from innocence. ~Ernest Hemingway

MaRLeY MoNDaY

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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

LeGeND HaS iT

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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.

So SPeCiaL

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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

QueSTioNS

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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?

THe DoCToR iS iN

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DR.TEETH

24″ x 36″ Vinyl on PVC

 

 

Dr. Teeth is the keyboard player and gravelly-voiced leader of the band Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem.  He is a muppet.  If you have to ask what a muppet is… then we can’t be friends.  If you don’t know, now ya know…  http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dr-Teeth-The-Electric-Mayhem/46505769651

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