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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.

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

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

HiGH aBoVe

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NEW HEIGHTS

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

When I first came up with the idea to climb this tree I was like oh sure, I can do that. Then I started. The beginning was easy. There were plenty of branches to grab onto and move up on. As I got further along it felt really good. So I climbed and climbed and climbed. I got passed the mid-section of the tree. Now I’m just beyond halfway and the top seems like a reality, but man this tree is big!  I know that if I keep climbing I’ll get there. I just can’t wait to be looking down at all the branches that helped get me to the top…

GeT CeNTeReD

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FROM WITHIN

36″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

I think people are turning inward more now cause the world’s got in such a weird, crazy state. I think its making people think more about their life and what it is really that they are doing. And how do we interact with a world that’s going crazy? It’s a very important time.  ~Dave Davies
Standing on soil feels so much different than standing on city pavement; it lets you look inward and reflect and see who you really are, while you see a beautiful, unspoiled land as far as the eye can see. It allows your inner life to grow.  ~Ricardo Montalban

Mee•Joo•Mee

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JUST mijumi

24″ x 48″ Mixed Media on Wood

 

When I fall down, I need a helping hand. And when I lose my head, it’s cause it’s always buried in the sand. When I get stuck on myself, feelin’ sorry for myself. Will you help me grab a hold and please don’t patronize my soul. When I start to lose control, when I get irrational, when I start to get too high, you see me come floating by, I say… Touch me in the morning sun, when I feel impossible. Touch me in the morning sun, show me what is possible. Touch me in the morning sun when I feel impossible, show me what is possible.  ~Michael Franti

FRoM aL To RaSTa

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RASQUARE DRIPS

18″ x 24″ x 2″ Mixed Media on Wood

This is the nick-nack holder I bought at the Mansfield Flea Market.  The one that I used to help make Rasta Marbled.  It was just this old looking thing that someone was trying to get rid of.  Al, the guy I bought it from, was a very cool & laid back person.  He was having a good time selling goods and chatting people up.  He gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse and now his old nick-nack holder has a new image.  Thanks Al!

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

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…