one You left as my father came, your legacy already abstracted into history. Your metaphysical mind oxidized into your canvases....

I strike through life looking for The inception of this dispirited pneuma, Shallow breaths effecting shallowness, Dispirited banality...

Should have foreseen destined days. For years nothing. Parched. First, grass, then flowers. Crackle 'neath my feet. All dead. Under...

How do you write? What do you write? When do you write? Wrong questions. So much of life is focused on wrong questions. Why do you...

(Inspired by the will of another. Thanks Leah) I have written my will and it brings me comfort. But should it? Why would it? Knowing some...

One sip, one bite, one peek. Thought I’d be alright, if I could just sneak a little for just a moment. Can’t hurt this time, or bring old...

I had one of those moments a couple of weeks ago that unsettles you because it redefines some aspect about what you know about yourself...

Fault: responsibility for an accident or misfortune. Fault: an extended break in a body of rock, marked by the relative displacement and...

Work: to move or cause to move gradually or with difficulty into another position, typically by means of constant movement or pressure....

When making art, or actually making anything at all, we want to be able to say, “this is IT!” We want the piece to be finished and...

Perfection is a quicksand that will drag you into hell. So many authors I have read over this past year have pointed out the pitfalls of...

So, today I got non-accepted to an art show. I wasn't rejected, that would require them to actually contact me and say no. Rather they...

Fear. Fear is real. Fear is what grips us in the long dark night, when sleep evades and the mind will not stop. Fear is what stops us...

My brain is overflowing with ideas of what to do with canvas. Every day a few more spill out onto the pages of my drawing journal. ...

I want to talk about where the seed and the art tree that I spoke about in the previous blog comes from. It comes from somewhere. In...

We all know about family trees. Grandchildren. Children. Us. Parents. Grand-parents. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. And on and on it goes....

Stupid question? Maybe. Maybe not. In 1990 at the age of 20 I graduated from Genoa Academy with a diploma in furniture making and...