GodManNature

Skywater

Decay/Rust

One

Self.

Thinning The Herd

Uncommon Beauty

When taking photographs I try to find beauty hiding in plain sight. In the long slow weathering of structures there is still form, color, and repetition.


I am drawn to those places that were once alive and vibrant but now sit nearly mute.


The story and the grandeur are still there if we see with new eyes.

On The Waterfront

Doom, Gloom, Zoom

The original seed idea for this triptych was my interest in how easy it was to depict human facial emotion with just three lines with an ink pen. That evolved to trying to deliberately capture different emotions.

The painting to the left is perhaps the face of despair, hopelessness. In the center may be melancholy, grief that passes. Maybe to the right is the face many of us present to the world. Look closely (see below) and you’ll see the horns.

As you can clearly see I never let a lack of talent or an abundance of enthusiasm get in the way of art. I apologize for the poor quality photos.

Gimme That Old Testament Style

Gimme that Old Testament look.

The Acid Kiss Of The Jellyfish

Life weary children roam the blue hills
On paths half hidden through the wild woods,
Across deep creeks, over sharp fences
Out running the demons at their heels.
The demons dance in the growing night.

Strengthened by hardship, hardened by pain
As night drops the deep valley darkens,
Mother’s voice carries down the dark holler
The porch light calls the blind moths home.
To home, home, the pain in the night.

Wading now in sleep's black pool
Today fading into yesterday,
Cadaverous King Nightmare awakens
Patient, waiting for dreams not yet dreamt.
Dreams of hope, hope in the night.

Without warning Her pain is loosed
Warm blankets yield, baring white flesh,
The wide black belt brings bloody red welts
Like the acid kiss of the jellyfish.
The merciless belt biting in the night.

We are the anvil for Her hammering rage
The legacy of all the wrong done to Her,
Beatings beyond measure on innocent flesh
Her father wielding a wire coat hanger.
Her father beating her in the night.

Don’t inflict wounds they only fester,
Rotting into scars that won’t ever heal.
Don’t leave your children
Don’t leave your children
Don’t leave your children
Trapped in the cold night.