NOWHERE NOW HERE

inner codex

                                                             This is water color and pen.

We need a new language to erase our thoughts and make us pure.

carnivalized texture

                                                      acrylic and spray paint on canvas panel 5" x 7"

the compass that always points within

                                                   12"x12" acrylic on canvas

The mind rewinds… but the recycled illusion

is blind to the echoes intensity.

Taut ponderings exercise conclusions unraveling.

the eye that sees the i

                                                                            acrylic on canvas

the sun prophesying Art as religion

                                                                       acrylic 12 x 12 inches

today is the ghost...

                                      Today is the ghost of memory,

                                      Tomorrow the ghost of today,

                                      What is truth but a different

                                      perspective of a lie,

                                      What is a lie but

                                      the ghost of a truth,

                                      We swallow big lies

                                      because we accept the little lies.

                                      Choose to see today as today

                                      instead of it as yesterdays ghost

                                      forever swallowing tomorrow.

vortex a la mode

                                                                                                              acrylic

Imagination is the question mark that keeps god sane.

The color of crazy is every color there is, plus a few more. If these words start to melt then you might need to seek professional help.

voodoo scholars pressing up against the roadblocks of existence

                                         
                                                        acrylic and spray paint on foam board

realizations with madness bring

Hippies trapped in a fashion show of exploitation. The undercurrent of a nation turns brutal when the seeds of realization sprout into madness. Indignities piled high crash in a domino effect implosion as mankind turns to find within itself the catalyst of delusion. Can a man still be a man when all concept and perception are gone? It’ll come to a point, all conversations and cultures eventually do, when one too many truths are revealed and the backbone of civilization snaps. When that happens all the kings horses and all the kings men will never put all of our minds back together again. Realizations with madness bring. Inspiration is instantaneous pure creativity while to realize something you must travel through a maze of tainted thoughts and situations. Inspiration always trumps a revelation. We need to be inspired cause only a new language can save us now. 

the trifecta of intra-dementia

                               

                                                                                    acrylic 12 x 12 inches

Somewhere in the back alleys of assumption lay the discarded remnants of a bygone eras’ collective truce with reality. All bets are off and the cardinal sin is to win. This is the future and all our instincts have been lost.

parallel portals

Sanity is sexy and the madman sighs...

the divine signet of the cult of the eternal autumn

the devil lived in a 3D galaxy but only had limited interaction with the fourth and fifth dimensions

                                                                                            spray paint on canvas

Walk softly

Walk softly indeed

When the monster gleaming

Lurks in the nearby trees

Lost Ink from the '90's

I'm posting this in honor of the blue moon. This was done in ballpoint a long time ago.

a dark star in the gloaming effervescence

                                                                           
                                                                                                   acrylic 12x12

Ohleeohtoe and the dance of the Dreamtini, fabled effigy of a rhythm immortal. We’re eating the aroma of the night. Next stop breakfast town. 

cannibalized creative process endured

                                          This is actually a close up photo of the cardboard
                                          that I have on my work table. It is the result of paint
                                          used on many different paintings.

dreaming snails own the secret of the universe

                                    A dream actually told me how to paint this one.

The only difference between the monk and the madman is that crazy people live with it and the enlightened live for it. Either way it’s the same.

pohanka propaganda on display

My art is on Display for the month of July at:
Bixby's Cafe 1608 Woodland Ave. Duluth
and
Takk for Maten 11 east Superior St. #100
in the Tech Village downtown Duluth