Onward & A Banana

 These are two new 8 x 10 original paintings of mine. The first is titled This is a Banana and the second is titled Onward. Both are up for auction on EBAY right now: http://www.ebay.com/itm/261035979941?ssPageName=STRK:MESELX:IT&_trksid=p3984.m1555.l2649

Starting price is a mere $4.50.

Witless

 I painted this yesterday. I've titled it Witless. It measures 16 x 20.

Best Alter

Best to live. Best to lie. Breathing in existence as it mimics random emotion. The eternal passion which courses through our veins is the true mentor we've been searching for. Stop creating new excuses. Push aside all antagonistic obligations and focus on whatever ignites your soul! You know you can do it. You alone have the power to alter your reality.

Three

 I've been sketching a ton of buildings lately and just decided to turn one of the sketches into a painting. This one is titled Three.

Intromit

 Recent acrylic abstract painting titled Intromit. In addition to acrylic paint I also embedded pencil shavings, one penny, tissue paper, two torn paper arrows, two aspirin & a super secret ingredient that is only noticeable by staring at it up close.

Irk

Constant

Fish Pull

Fish Pull

Pickle

How idiotic you are. You have become invisible.
Stale brine washed down with vodka and limes.
Taste your own taste buds. Sour, sweet, sorrow.
Slip off your dress then hike across Mount Wishaka.
Each hitch hiker you come across whistles & salivates.
How moronic your voice sounds!
Do you not believe in social sanctity?
I dream. You dream.
We all dream of gold plated arches.
This stench is our stench.
Lie back in your self fulfilling excrement.
There is no whipped topping for these tears.
How abused we are!
Place my thumb inside your brine and refer to it as Fickle.
Pickled.
Fickle.

Sky Breathing

Breathing in the sky.

Will

Food is expensive. Shelter is expensive. Jobs are expensive. Relationships are expensive. Taxes are senseless. Politics are even more senseless. Paper laws were made to be torn apart by steel rebellions. The will of (hu)man is eternal.

Random Person Sketch

This is just a random person sketch.

Mr.Curmudgeon

I just painted this. I am currently expermenting with shades of orange and blue.

Grandest School

Life is the grandest school of them all!

Multiply

Here's a poem - Multiply!

For Hungry Peoples

Ducks

 Here are some ducks at a man made lake.

Meeting

Sort of Mourning

Sun shaded
significance
drunk on garbage
eat more
swiss cheese
ruminate over
Lame Logic
a seasonal gift
pretend each
Day
matters more than
the Rest
let the wind
blow fallacies
through
your hair
before
your brain
concocts
more
Fantasies
shaded
bare
bold
Banalities
the lie
is all
we know
This life
is all
we keep
Sacred
hypocritical
hyper
dysfunctional
learn to add
divide
mildewed memories
recycling
emotions
until
it's all
Grand
shade
spotted
Glory
It all
Deserves
some sort
of
Mourning

Perhaps Maybe

No No
Yes
Yes
one worded
wisdom
creates
nullified
needs
No
No
Yes
Maybe
legalize
this
planet's
atrophy
before
moving on
to the next
Need
Yes
but
Perhaps
Maybe

Open Thought

Read this here. What am I writing now? Who knows? Who cares? I suppose I just write down this thought and that thought. Whatever the next thought brings I shall gladly embrace with open arms.

Happy Mother's Day!

One simple question
awaits One
simple answer
Happy Mother's Day To All
Mothers Today!
and to all
a good
Day

More To Live

At The Corner

Why don't they sell corn at the corner store?

It Figures

I painted these two careless looking figures. I've been making an effort at improving my figure drawing and painting skills but I still want to make sure my own style shines through as well.

Condition Human

Condition Human

Such-ness

Here's a poem - Such-ness

Naked Perverse

Here's a poem for you - Naked Perverse

Love Sex

Love
Do not confuse
Love for Sex
Sex for Love
Do not
Reuse
Sex
Confuse
Love

Stone Charade

Staring through
The looking glass
Of eternity
Some things aren't
Meant for questioning
While others simply
Rot & decay
What did our ancestors
Gaze upon
When they
Gazed upon
Each other
Was it
Vanity
Was it
Enlightenment
Divide
Divide
We needn't
Feel obligated
Like an
Emotionless stone
Stare at pain
Live
Under rain
We cannot
Cease to decay
Therefore
We must
Continue
This grand
Grand
Charade