JUST FACE IT

18″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Wood

Put on your happy face and appreciate what you’ve got this holiday season. There are people depending on you to be their rock. There are people who are much less fortunate than you. People who need help. People who are down on their luck. Volunteer, give to charity, be patient and show some respect for your brothers and sisters. We are all one family. Just face it, we are all part of this household… Earth. Lets work together to make it a better place.

UNTITLED

16″ x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas

Yes, the title of this painting is Untitled. I feel entitled to title this painting Untitled. Many artists have paintings titled Untitled, so I figured I should title one Untitled so that I have an untitled painting in my project. Also, I am at a loss of words today. My thoughts are all for Ozlyn and Nicole. I have no words to describe this. There is no title I could give to these feelings. I’m just… happy.

STRANGE PLACES

12″ x 24″ Mixed Media on Omega Bond

December’s cold always gets so old so fast. Chilling my bones to feel like breaking. Shutting me down, mentally aching. Not sure how much more of the taking I can be taking. Winter is here and ready to rip life from the landscape that flakes will cover. Burying beauty of color behind skeletons. I will not die this time. I will find joy in December’s future. See more color than winter has ever known. She is here. She will stab winter right in the heart making all of the pain, the cold, the misery, the dead go away. She will be the fire that melts away the ice. She will be my winter kryptonite. She will be my December sun. She is here. She is the one. Thank you beautiful…

FLUTTER

12″ x 14″ Mixed Media on Canvas

Months and weeks, days and hours of anticipation, anxiety and nervousness are about to explode into the air and vanish from existence by the power of your… existence. When you grace us with your presence in our presence it will be the most unprecedented present we will ever be presented. Countless breathes inhaled and forgotten to be let go of will be… let go of, ahhh. Countless thoughts of our perception of your perfections will be realized in our real eyes by your… perfection. Our recreation to recreate “us” will be the creation that is… you. You have made our hearts flutter with the flutter of your heart. The flutter of your breaths, kicks and squirms. And when you arrive and your fluttering heart starts its beat for the world.  We will be proud… so proud to say… that you are our… baby girl. You will be loved. You will be so loved

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.