25x30" oil stick on card stock

 

poem

 (untitled)

When art is meant to

not only adorn,

but complete existence;

when it’s there to raise

more than just entertainment;

when it’s been a good

quarter century

of being rubbed out

by millions of contracts;

when being an artist

in full

can easily

be deadly

if still

alive.

9x12" asemic art

19x24" pastel/ink abstraction

poem

(untitled)

If it’s ‘ignorance
is bliss,’ through
and through,
all the way
to the end,
then I guess it’s true
no one could
have ever
liked this
trick—
though I did—
difficult
as it’s been.

poem

 (untitled)

Just pretend my face has been burned

in a fire of finding out;

just pretend my ugliness

has been for what

happens when the

truth is as important

as life itself.

acrylic abstraction/ orientation 2