an ectoplasmic matrix

The city rose up out of the mist like a warrior in disguise. This Duluth is a mistress who lies.

fractured texture 8x10

bodhisattvas laughing within sanity (photo)

The riotous mind splatters like a gunshot wound across the page. Danger! Peligro! Explanations can brainwash you. Beware! Deep seated esoteric implications endure in the costly yet softly spun web of language that brings this message to you. Come down ancient dinosaur of wisdom, enter into the cave of no intrusion.

brainstorming the walls of reason...

Beware the empty hand,

  Befriend the empty mind,

    The last supper of the soul

                     Is a feast of ego eaten whole

the ancient tablet of neolithic knowledge

A long waiting, anxiously eating away at the human race. We’ve caught up to evolution and are missing the next link.

vapid intricacy (photo)

“People of earth: smile and hone your drinking skills! Not only do you have to out think but you gotta out drink the competition in this game.” This and more mild mutterings memorizing an atmosphere of giddy confusion, general disobedience, and civil unrest. Found in an intercepted message from Io the fifth moon of Jupiter; believed to be from the mighty thunder god Zeus to poor cloven footed Pan. It ends simply “Please destroy after reading.” Not long after this momentous discovery I received an equally enigmatic memo from Jenny Kreag: Note to self; the red eagle flies at midnight. repeat. end transmission

An Autumn Mythology

Welcome to Yawn Agains Island; a paleolithic paradise where discontinued dreams go to sleep it off.

fumes rising from a vapor locked enigma 12 X 24

Just one of those days.
I don’t know if the planets lined up weird,
Or maybe the earth tipped a bit on its axis?
Strange pulling lunar tides?
Nitrous oxide leaking up from some subterranean
molten chemistry set deep in the core?
The air grainy and strained
like the third copy of cheap B grade horror flick,
static taped over static and colored in with crayons.
Heavy undertones of not so much a vibe but an anti-vibe
hang in a thick smog that breaths
gloomy misfortunes born of good intentions dipped
in the venom of enticing justifications.
Boiling history and other useless aspirations
in a cauldron of speculation.
Almost as if the ghosts and apparitions
that guard the mystery let their minds wander and slip,
their fierce gazes unfocused and askew.
The world was having a bad acting day,
fighting hard to keep up the illusion of being real.

Galvanized Paranoia

My art will be on display at Art of Hair on London 1427 London Road Duluth MN through March and April with an opening show on Sunday March 6th.