"The blue fuse burns deadly between hands..."

"... and burns clear." ( James Joyce )
while trying to stay true to form, i am riddled with pressure and confrontation, pushing me to and fro, in directions i would have never have known, is it transparent or clouded? who's to say but me...

helicopter sounds and people sitting on a hill

as a child i enjoyed Aesop's fables, most likely for the moral at the end, it was almost a twist or joke, showing how the victim was a product of his own wrecklessness, made me feel good about being a good person, as if there was a point to all of this at the end, life is this moment and will always be, there is no knowledge, there is no fame, we are just open receptors to the lights and shadows about us_

one day away

had the day off so i decided to photograph some more of my work. outside, the air was cool and light was obstructed by the clouds; seems that the heat wave has broken. passing strangers gave comments and praises to my work and spoke to me on an intimate level. now stuck in this hot apartment and sweating over this keyboard wondering what new experiences the night will bring. enjoy.

ocular ridge

Here are two more paintings from my first show. They represent the confusion and flustration that I go through on a daily basis living in this big world. Also how our society has enslaved itself; and yet we keep blaming our leaders for the problems of this world but we fail to realize that it is our own fault. Nobody wants to change anything, just go along with everything else that has been done before, and get what they want out of life not caring about the greater good of society. With our moral system quickly flowing down the drain, we lift up our jaded celebrities who clog our minds with their campy lifestyle, and pray to the almighty numbers to wisk us away to the American dream of yesterday that will never materialize and just sits off in the distance teasing and tempting; for us futile and insignificant creatures strive for what we can not
acquire and if the goal is achieved we only ruin it through
own devices and weak will.

radiolaria

This collage was inspired by a poem I had written. It appeared in my first solo show and is the largest of my works so far at about five feet by three feet.