1.24.2006
Tiny Turtles....
From the childhood days of tree houses,swamps and dirt road dwelling
tiny turtles live in hands so small and minds so vast.
Lackadaisical wonders dance around spinning so fast,
falling knees come down crashing scrapping them scarred.
Residual dreams always die hard.
tiny turtles live in hands so small and minds so vast.
Lackadaisical wonders dance around spinning so fast,
falling knees come down crashing scrapping them scarred.
Residual dreams always die hard.
1.23.2006
The Metamorphoses of A Sorceress...
She which is I can be found transforming worlds... Delivering alchemical dreams onto canvas rising up with each brush stroke. Characters are born into lush color and emotional playgrounds where they co-mingle to form a universe with a menagerie of such demented rejected forlorn blissful types.
Nothing is a direct self portrait yet everything is of thyself and is a self portrait in a distant sense yet so close it all is..all the characters seen are characteristics of the creator. Searching for meaning in life through the creation of worlds and characters. The realm of broken creatures, worn out wayfarers and rotten sweet sadness coexist together.
In the sleep walk of days one waits to get to the most important of times, painting,that is when life truly is alive. The quiet existence of mortal men come screaming to life on canvas. Wonder,disappointment, joy and rage are amongst the many that enter into this world.
The visual journey is a necessary one, for existing in the physical world without such deviations would lead to an abrupt ending of life. All meaning would be lost. There is a deep rooted connection of the physical artist to the metaphysical world in which one creates...this metaphysical world is the chosen existence or rather the preferred existence by the artist..thyself.
Having this world be accessible is the key to discovering and experiencing happiness in life.
Breathe life and life breathes the art born out of longing lives on for an eternity as life passes the art extends past our mortal lives and this gives greater meaning, truth and comfort to the fact that all life ends. Time controls most things crushing all in the end yet there is a certain victory felt over time with every completed piece even if its only for a moment longer than I was supposed to exist in this universe.
Nothing is a direct self portrait yet everything is of thyself and is a self portrait in a distant sense yet so close it all is..all the characters seen are characteristics of the creator. Searching for meaning in life through the creation of worlds and characters. The realm of broken creatures, worn out wayfarers and rotten sweet sadness coexist together.
In the sleep walk of days one waits to get to the most important of times, painting,that is when life truly is alive. The quiet existence of mortal men come screaming to life on canvas. Wonder,disappointment, joy and rage are amongst the many that enter into this world.
The visual journey is a necessary one, for existing in the physical world without such deviations would lead to an abrupt ending of life. All meaning would be lost. There is a deep rooted connection of the physical artist to the metaphysical world in which one creates...this metaphysical world is the chosen existence or rather the preferred existence by the artist..thyself.
Having this world be accessible is the key to discovering and experiencing happiness in life.
Breathe life and life breathes the art born out of longing lives on for an eternity as life passes the art extends past our mortal lives and this gives greater meaning, truth and comfort to the fact that all life ends. Time controls most things crushing all in the end yet there is a certain victory felt over time with every completed piece even if its only for a moment longer than I was supposed to exist in this universe.
1.19.2006
Remember when science was all bumps and bulges....
Now we have dancing robots, clone-aid and flourescent green pigs.... To think soon I can look forward to the reality of Green Eggs and Ham. Yippee Fer That there science!
1.15.2006
The Tooth Fairy Does Exist...
Years ago I would say around 1996 which is holy shit ten years ago now!!! Well back then I worked as an intern at a puppet company and during that time I brought some of my own puppets to life... One of which was my very own tooth fairy... her name is Ginger Vitus. Having a bit of a tooth fetish since the days when I was a wee toothless child I always enjoyed and obsessed over drawing,collecting and really anything having to do with teeth...doing such things as saving all my wisdom teeth and making them into necklaces. Perhaps my father breaking his jaw when I was a child had something to do with the visual attraction to the both the horror and beauty of teeth.
I made this digital composition of my puppet GInger Vitus and my teeth along with some other strange instruments I have in my collection of nonsensical stuff. This was done around the same time that I gave life to Ginger Vitus. It's always fun looking back and seeing how the present and past meet. The Rotten Tooth Gang are Ginger Vitus's Minions for sure!
1.14.2006
Visual Residue Group Show at CB's 313 Gallery NYC....
Photo's from this show are also posted at Juxtapoz.com in the photos section ^____^
1.08.2006
1.04.2006
Song Birds Sing for Springtimes past....
Today I am craving the warm moist feeling of soil between my fingers as the sun warms my brow. The cold deathlike slumber of nature chills my bones and makes me long for insect filled days and hot bird song breezes rustling through the trees. For now I am stuck with this chilled life of slumber too bad I can't crawl into a pod and emerge in the warmth all fresh and new instead I am dry and cracked and frail with sickness taking me in its grip.Funny thing it is longing so often for things you once had but as soon as you get them back you long for the thing you once despised at points. Frigid days do me in but I do love so much about them with their layered sweater and sock days as soup warms bellies and hot fire nights toast toes. The cold does bring about much good just sometimes it's hard to remember when you long for the spell of summer.
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