The Never-Ending Story

No beginning, no end. Neither coming, nor going. Neither here nor there. No future,
no past. Not inside, not outside, neither east nor west, not above, not below, nor within.
The serpent is the truth. The city is a construct for our mind. It is there to help us choose what we want to see. You want this, gotta have that, it’s the latest craze, it’s the hip-est fad, it’s the hap-hap-happiest dance. Society dictates who you want to be, but it doesn’t change who you are. Let it all fall away. Fly above and be free. Mixed Media, 18 X 24.



I was poring through a book about Egypt one day and came upon a picture of a scarab amulet. What would it be like if these things were actually in a swarm? At the time, I was experimenting with drawing perspective and wanted to see for myself what it would be like to have more than one perspective in one picture. It turns out the effect is much like having many creatures buzzing about your head at once.In ancient Egypt, the scarab was a depiction of the Sun God Ra, who carries the ball of the sun across the sky each day, giving life to the body and transforming the soul. The scarab does the same thing, only with a ball of dung, which it keeps as food and shelter for its larvae. In the most general sense, the scarab is a symbol of regeneration. Another day, another ball of crap. Mixed media, 18 X 24.

Gran Mal Torino

This was done almost a year ago, right after the Newtown massacre. When something upsets me, it goes straight to paper. The results are difficult to behold, although the Gran Torino is the perfect getaway car. This is the most I can say about the subject without opening a big can of nasty.

It’s good to serve up some nasty every so often, just to keep us thinking and talking. I suppose the biggest question about modern-day massacres is “why”. The answer doesn’t matter. It’s the fact we are still asking that indicates we remain a relatively civilized society. Anyone who has delved into history knows that civilization has cycles of evolution and devolution. Being a glass-half-full type, I would stay we’re still at the apex. For example, consider the colonization of the western hemisphere. Not only children, but entire races of people have been wiped out in the search for riches, power and political gain. There was the common perception that some people were lesser than others. People were killed for entertainment, and there were very few souls asking why back then.
So of course, be sad for the lost ones, but be glad for the unity we share in this time. And never stop asking “why”. Mixed media, 18 X 24.

Riding High in My GTO

I’ve always wanted a muscle car, despite the reality of skyrocketing gas prices and the fact that they’re useless in the snow. I know I can’t have a GTO, so the next best thing is to draw one. When you are in a GTO, the hum of the engine aligns the chakras, and off you go. Perhaps it’s quite telling that the GTO is adrift in a pink tree, out of my reach. Everything seems out of reach these days. I hate to be a bummer about it, but that’s the way I feel when the winter is too long.

And if you must be adrift, be adrift in nature. Admit that we put ourselves adrift with our own desires, drilling the earth and polluting the air just to feel the thrill of hitting the gas while coming around the bend. Cranes are revered by the Japanese, but in the United States, god bless the GTO. Mixed media, 18 X 24.