PAST WORK
Illuminations & Illusions
If your mind is awakened, you know the struggle we wage against an insidious form of helplessness. You pass a majestic tree and you want to bow before the transcendent will which embodies itself in his sophisticated DNA, already tested for its compatibility with the crickets’ song in his leaves, the squirrel hiding in the armpits of his branches, the fruit he feeds the friendly bear passing by.
As a human, you want to bow and assure every species, including our own, that it will be able to continue in its accustomed round. Our children, too. Yes, they should be in school and not fretting about the future.
Let me bow also to that river beneath the bridge, to its fish, its plant life. Let me tread carefully into the grasshopper’s realm, the snake’s kingdom, the bees’ airspace. Let me sing the song of seasons, the glory of the rain, the backbone of the frost. Whatever threatens these things threatens the rose of love.
But our science threatens them, our science which has made us so rich. We are guilty of desecrating them all at the height of our intellectual triumph.
Where are the roses? Our triumphant mind is threatened at its core. We never envisioned the vulnerability we are living today. The idea that it could be too late does not compute, because it forces us out past the ragged edge of silence.
My love is threatened. How could this happen? Indifference slunk in undetected beneath the umbrella of the information age. I wear the frock of helplessness. Don’t judge my elegance alone. Don’t judge the vulnerability of a flower by its beauty. It is there, and deeply so. It is a reminder, a cloak to cover the struggle, the sadness.
My love is threatened.

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The Hunter Haunted
1984
Oil on canvas
21 x 16.2 inches
"The Hunter Hunted"
1984
Oil on canvas
21x16.2"

Art studio detail

Art studio detail

"Aphrodite's Well"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x48"

"Nature Politely Delines - Metamorphosis of Order"
2002
Oil on canvas
66x60"

"The Edge of Silence: I Should Be in School"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x30"

"The Interpretation of Dreams"
1972
Oil on canvas
24x35"

"Backstage of the Mind"
1976
Oil on canvas
14x23"

"Dusk"
1986
Oil on canvas
52x52"

"Paradise Paradox"
1986
Oil on canvas
55x48"

"Illuminations and Illusions"
1988-2019
Oil on canvas
70x72"

"Utopia Lost"
1992
Oil on canvas
60x60"

"The Edge of Silence"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x60"

"Omnivore's Natural History"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x60"


"The Edge of Silence: Anything is Possible"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x30"

"Responsibility is a Triumphant Tool"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x30"

"Dawn"
1986
Oil on canvas
60x30"


"Irresponsibility"
2019
Oil on canvas
60x30"


"The Oracles of New York / See, Hear, Scream"
1994
Gold, wood, Bronze
72x24"

"Tyrants"
1994
Bronze
18x10x7"

"Justice's Shame"
1992
Bronze
22x13x9"

"You Stole My Future"
1992
Bronze
12x12x20"

"Tyrants"
1992
Bronze
18x10x7"



"The Last Tree"
2019
Gold, wood, iron, glass, nests
96x60"

"Lets Create a Garden: I"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: II"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: III"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: VI"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: IV"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: VII"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: VIII"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: IX"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: XI"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"

"Lets Create a Garden: XII"
2000
Red earth on paper
18x24"


Time Lessons
Time is not tangible. It is always with us. It can be exhilarating, it can be cruel. We feel negative about it when we lose time. We are excited when we cannot wait to be somewhere. Time heals wounds. We have lots of time - or no time. Time runs out or ahead. I give you my time. Something is timeless. Being aware of time makes us grow older.
I am lying on the beach, listening to the sounds of waves. The island of shade from the umbrella protects me from the sun. All my senses are at rest and yet engaged at the same time. But time continues while I close my eyes; the shade wanders by and suddenly I feel the savage sun burning my skin.
"After a time of decay comes the turning point. The powerful light that has been banished returns, there is movement, but it is not brought about by force...the movement is natural, arising spontaneously. For this reason the transformation of the old becomes easy. The old is discarded and the new is introduced. Both measures accord with the time; therefore no harm results."
- I Ching

"Time Lessons: I"
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"Time Lessons: III"
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"Time Lessons: V"
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"Time Lessons: VII"
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"Time Lessons: II"
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"Time Lessons: IV"
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"Time Lessons: VI"
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"Time Lessons: VIII"
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"Time Lessons: X"
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"Time Lessons: IX"
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Intimacy
Since we stand at the threshold of a new and dubious era in replicant humanity, it seems an apt moment to grasp the last 15 minutes of intimacy.
What is intimacy, after all? Is it the sharing of the same thoughts and feelings? Is it being told an unmentionable secret? Is it the act of sex? No, it is stillness: silent, motionless meditation on the sitter's part, accompanied only by the singing of graphite on paper. A kind of Platonic camera, tracing the most essential outlines of a life.
One person said: it is not stolen time, it is time agreed upon. Taken deliberately out of the bustle of the ordinary. Entering a time capsule willingly, cutting everything off, just to be still. A luxury we hardly grant ourselves. In these fifteen minutes we simply are.
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15 meditative minutes of intimate drawing can be seen as a correlative to Andy Warhol's loud and public 15 minutes of fame. They ebb and flow in inverse proportion.