Tag Archives: Mixed Media on Wood

CoSTa RiCa DReaMS

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PALM AT DAWN

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

Wake up look out the window, see some palm trees. Start the stove, heat the water I need to make my coffee. Grab a book as the sun comes up, turn the page of a new day. Listen to the sweet songs the birds sing and what they say. Head out the door with a board under my arm. Hope that the waves don’t cause too much harm. Sun on my back wind in my hair. Seems like yesterday that we were up in the air. Hot patacones y gallo pinto. Banana mango smoothie with ice to go. Travel through the hills in the north country. Taking in the sites that were there to see. Miss the lazy days that we got to share. Can’t believe it’s been two years since we were there. Atlantic to Pacific all in one day. I know we’ll meet up again in some way.

So FoaMy

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WHITE WATER

7″ x 15″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

Surrounded. Gasping for air in a giant washing machine filled with foam. Which way is up? Which way is down? Getting tossed around like a rag-doll in the mouth of a pit-bull. You have no control. Just when you finally pop out another set rolls in. This time worse than the last. Try to roll with it. Don’t panic. You’ll make it through this. When you do, you’ll paddle back out and try it again. Have no fear. Be Strong. Face the day. Be the wave.

No MoRe WaR

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CONFRONTATION

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

Just when you thought you couldn’t take no more. They want to start up with another pointless war. Invade a country and make them like us. Close your eyes shut your mouth and get on the bus. But it’s just another war that can never be won. Take another life by the bullet in your gun. Makes us look as if we are doin’ this for fun. They can try and hide, but they’ll never out-run. We only get to hear about what the media shows. Innocent lives lost, how many? Who knows? Power down the screen and go about our day. Not really caring what their people have to say.

Now how can we keep going on like this? Another dead body is a family member missed. These wars just cannot go on anymore. Half of us know not what we’re fightin’ for.  Please just stop we can’t take it anymore. So yell it if you’re with me WE DON’T WANT ANOTHER WAR.

PaSS iT DoWN

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JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

Take her hand, never let it go. Give her the world, everything you know. Take her heart, never let it break. Pure and fragile, life’s what’s at stake. Uncontrollable, who she’ll turn out to be. Give your guidance, worry not she will see. Your knowledge is something to embrace. To take with her in this great big place. Grow up fast right before your eyes. Wake up one day and realize. Mama’s influence means so much. Mama’s love, Mama’s touch. She’ll look back, never let it go. She’ll pass on everything she will know. She’ll be like you, just wait you’ll see. Just like you, I hope she’ll be.

ToGeTHeR STRoNG

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THE TREE OF

40″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

No better than a homeless man walking dark roads. All part of this together so the story goes. No worse than the best teacher molding lives. You’ve got to open up your eyes. Judge not your sister she may help you some day. Lend a voice to your brother to help him find his way. Negative thinking, go away let me be. Concentrate only on the positivity. Love your family now, cause them not a tear. Keep this tree strong while you are still here. Roots go way back, back when we were free. I’m where you are from. We’re from the same old tree.

TaKe WHaT You NeeD

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SUGAR DADDY

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

Try to give you what you want.  Hope you take only what you need.  Just can’t be no sugar daddy.  Fancy clothes, cars, phones, diamond rings.  None of those things are my thing.  Fake boobs, make-up, nail salons.  I’m passin’ by and movin’ on.  Gucci, Prada, Louie V.  Big name bags don’t impress me.  Who are you really?  What’s inside?  Behind the smoke and mirrors that you hide.  What moves you?  What breaks your heart?  Are you funny and are you smart?  Are you worth more than what you buy?  I need to get into your mind.  Just can’t be no sugar daddy.

MoRe WaTeR, MoRe SuN

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FLOWEBURST

10″ x 15″ Mixed Media on Wood

Seed gets planted, just doesn’t grow. Not enough water, not enough sun. Needed more attention. Seed gets planted, something begins to show. Little more water, little more sun. Little more attention. Seed gets planted… BLAM!!! Something begins to SPRouT! SPRiNG! FLoW! More water!!! More sun!!! This could be big, this could be the one! Stars aligning. Planetary shifts. Cycles of the universe, bring this seed a gift. Let this flower grow, let it have a thirst. Let this growth be big. Let it be… a Floweburst. Happening for a reason, not just because of chance. Floweburst do your thing. Floweburst just dance, dance… dance.

WHeN We WeRe YouNGeR

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GROWING UP  (GIFTED)

8″ x 36″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

I never really got why we’re here. Just look at all we build in our lives and we all disappear. A few of us are born with so much while most of us just chasing down a dream that we just can’t touch. So why we try so hard in this place? When pain and suffering is a guarantee and happiness is a phase. I wonder if one day we’re at peace or will this whole world just become like the middle east?

But when I (we) was (were) younger, when I (we) was (were) younger I had the answers, I’ve got to say. But all of my answers, now that I’m older turned into questions, in front of me

I wonder where we go when we die. If there is anything past our lost sun and our sky? Cuz airports only take us so high. Is it hidden in the stars? What’s the answer to your soul lying? I wonder do we get to come back. I wonder if I will remember these questions I’ve asked. Or will I just start over again? I hope it’s not too hard to find all of my old friends.

I wonder if we get one true love. Or maybe there’s a few out there. Or maybe not even one. I wonder if it’s made up by man. I wonder if love is what we make with our own two hands. I wonder why I write all these songs. I wonder if you know what you’re saying when you sing along. And will you know my name when I’m gone? Or are you just too sick of these love songs?  ~SOJA

FoR My DauGHTeR

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SHE WANTS

12″ x 18″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

I haven’t seen your face before, but you are the most beautiful person in the world. I’ve yet to hear you make a sound, but cannot wait to listen to what you’ll have to say.  I don’t know yet what you want, but I know you will have dreams. I don’t know what you’ll need, but I’ll give you everything. I cannot wait to take your little hands into the palms of mine. I cannot wait to love you until the end of time.

FouR YeaRS

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THE BOOM  (SOLD)

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

I remember when I felt it. BOOM! It hit me so hard right upside my head. I never saw someone so beautiful. I never knew that feeling existed. After a while of getting to know her more I felt it again. BOOM! This time it was stronger. This time it hit harder. This time it meant more than what I had seen on the surface. The effects of it have been rippling through time ever since. Over smooth surfaces and over rocks. Over the moon, around the sun and back. It has weathered storms. It has grown through the worst of times. It has flourished through the best of them. BOOM! Can you see it? BOOM! Can you feel it? BOOM! It has been well over four years in the making, but today I celebrate these past four with her. I love you Nicole… with a BOOM!

STRuCK

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ELECTRIC CITY

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

You could feel it as you walked through the city.  There was this sort of buzz in the air.  Everyone was talking about it in some way.  Everyone was going to be there.  The max capacity would not hold the amount of people that wanted to see his work.  Some of them would have to peek in through the windows.  There was wine and hors d’oeuvres, lots of conversation and praise.  It was electric in a way.  When the night was over every piece had been sold.  Everyone was happy.  Then… I woke up.

BaCK iN JaPaN

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KIMONO GIRLS

14″ x 28″ Vinyl on Wood

We went to a peace rally once when we were in Japan.  There were these columns set up with paper wrapped around them and markers for people to draw and write their thoughts on peace.  I snapped this picture of two ladies in kimonos at one of the drawing stations.  Now they have become part of a different movement.

 

No WaLL FLoWeR

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PRETTY GIRL  (SOLD)

18″ x 18″ Mixed Media on Wood

“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”   ~ Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides

FoR MoRe THaN DRiNKiNG

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SIP OF NAILS

8.5″ x 12″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

Sometimes when you go to Ikea you buy furniture or decorations.  Maybe something functional for the kitchen or office is what you need.  I needed none of the above.  I was actually there and didn’t need anything, but it’s Ikea and you don’t leave there empty handed.  I bought 400 straws and made this.  I still have more straws left over as you can see.  So, maybe another straw piece is looming in the future.

FRoM My MiND FRoM My BoDy

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FROM MY SOUL

36″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

The voices in my head are shadows, shadows. She comes to me, to tell me what they’re after. Says it ain’t the end boy but you best be careful, careful. Might catch your tail end in a circle, circle. The ocean how she moves in ripples, ripples. In flashing lights I swear she wore old film then the color bleeds and she becomes an angel, angel, hmmm. Calls out to me like a siren to a scoundrel. And I say come on child, and I say come on child.
The blanket where she hides my virgin lights look to the sea where the cotton hits the turnpike. Staring at your knees but I don’t have the words right, words right now. If up to me my maker turned right, turned right. Lost another one but she still smiles, smiles. Black lava rocks and instead she sees for miles says she wants, oh wants to.
Stay a child, child right now. And wonders why we ever ever have to die. And I say come on child and I say come on child. Just a touch I’m gonna carry, carry. Another time where I probably shared the same life. The accent of a kiss whispers we’re married, married now. It’s either love or just the sun in my eyes and I say come on child. And I say come on child. Love love love love love…
~ Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros CHILD