Tag Archives: Mixed Media

HaPPy. LoVe. DaY

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READY

12″ x 16″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

Random words written across scattered grains of sand on any given beach. Pick them up and arrange them in your hand if you want to know your future. The wind came and blew them all away. The love of summer was left behind. Do you know how many different scenarios there can be? Another handful, another happy day, another birth. A wave came and washed it all away. But on the horizon they can see a little girl walking. Is that a halo or just the outline of the rings of the rays of the sun? Either way she’s an angel. She picks up a fist-full of sand. What does it say…?

So iT WiLL Be

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VISUALIZE IT

8.5″ x 11″ Marker & Paint Pens on Paper

 

See it now the end is near. Looking back through the year. Started with some house paint and a dare. Splashing colors down without a care. See it now, so it will be. Visualize it right in front of me. Something new every single day. Some kind of art, something to say. Never felt so prolific, so inspired, so… appreciative. Motivations coming from every direction. New friends, new fans, new… life. See it now the end is near. See it in front of me so clear. One whole year… of art. One whole year… of inspiration. Thank you for your patience. For your dedication. For your insight and your motivation. I can see it now, so it will be. See it right in front… of me.

WHaT iS LiFe?

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DON’T LET THEM DIE

12″ x 84″ Mixed Media on Closet Door

Don’t let them die. Going to Northampton. Staring at lightning storms. Laying on the beach with the sun in our faces. Don’t let them die. Making art. Writing. Saturday morning coffees, medium-hazelnut-with-caramel swirl and cream. Don’t let them die. Laughing in bed so hard you start snorting. Traveling. Watching movies. Nothing can kill this. I know we won’t let them die. Pass them down and let them live. Pass them down and we will live forever.

LiKe a CHiLD

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ESSENCE OF MY BEING

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.

MaKiNG FaCeS

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2 GUYS FACE

16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas

 

2 guys stand face to face with a table between them while having drinks in a bar, I think. No, those are teeth not a table that you see. See, those are eyes not heads on necks on shoulders on torsos. So there you go. Then where’s the nose? Nose? Right above the table… i mean teeth. I mean. I don’t know where the nose is or goes, but I know it’s a face and a face has a nose. That is just space on the face… I mean between the 2 guys that are standing face to face. See I told you it was a face.

aLWaYS

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RUN TO YOU

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.

NoT Too FaST

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FIRST

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

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COLLAPSE

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.

JeSuS WaLKS

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LAMB OF GOD

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.

THiS iS iT

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FOR NOW

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.

RaLLy RouND

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RASTA DON’T RUN

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

SuRFeR CReeD

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A BLUR

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.

THRee LiTTLe WoRDS

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I LOVE YOU

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.

NoTHiNG SWeeTeR

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SHE BREATHES

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.

MoRe WaTeR

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CHUNKY

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.