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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"

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Art studio detail

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Art studio detail

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"Aphrodite's Well"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x48"

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"Nature Politely Delines - Metamorphosis of Order"

2002

Oil on canvas

66x60"

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"The Edge of Silence: I Should Be in School"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x30"

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"The Interpretation of Dreams"

1972

Oil on canvas

24x35"

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"Backstage of the Mind"

1976

Oil on canvas

14x23"

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"Dusk"

1986

Oil on canvas

52x52"

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"Paradise Paradox"

1986

Oil on canvas

55x48"

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"Illuminations and Illusions"

1988-2019

Oil on canvas

70x72"

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"Utopia Lost"

1992

Oil on canvas

60x60"

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"The Edge of Silence"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x60"

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"Omnivore's Natural History"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x60"

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"The Edge of Silence: Anything is Possible"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x30"

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"The King's Indictment"

2002-2019

Oil on canvas

36x66"

"Responsibility is a Triumphant Tool"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x30"

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"Dawn"

1986

Oil on canvas

60x30"

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"Irresponsibility"

2019

Oil on canvas

60x30"

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"The Oracles of New York / See, Hear, Scream"

1994

Gold, wood, Bronze

72x24"

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"Tyrants"

1994

Bronze

18x10x7"

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"Justice's Shame"

1992

Bronze

22x13x9"

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"You Stole My Future"

1992

Bronze

12x12x20"

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"Tyrants"

1992

Bronze

18x10x7"

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"The Last Tree"

2019

Gold, wood, iron, glass, nests

96x60"

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"Lets Create a Garden: I"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: III"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: VI"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: VIII"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: XI"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: II"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: IV"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: VII"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: IX"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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"Lets Create a Garden: XII"

2000

Red earth on paper

18x24"

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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"

"Time Lessons: III"

"Time Lessons: V"

"Time Lessons: VII"

"Time Lessons: II"

"Time Lessons: IV"

"Time Lessons: VI"

"Time Lessons: VIII"

"Time Lessons: X"

"Time Lessons: IX"

Mayas

Animal Attractions

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Sketches

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.

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.

Sculpture

Beauty is Harsh

Thoughts and Ongoing Inspirations

Mask

All transformations are invested with mystery and are of shameful nature. Metamorphoses must be hidden from view, therefore the need for the mask. Secrecy tends towards transformation; it helps what one is, as well as in becoming what one would like to be. In unmasking oneself there is pity and terror. The mask one wears is a finely spun net, an artwork of hide-and-seek. It also constitutes the otherness in our existence, the want-to-be.

In James Ensor's painting "Astonishment of the mask Wouse" there are costumes of clowns strewn across the floor and masks of Death and Harlequins. A large female figure, dolled up with a long-nosed mask and holding an umbrella, looks on. More masks adorn the walls.

The scorpion in the mask of kindness asks the frog for help. The frog agrees to take the scorpion across the river on its back. In midstream, the scorpion stings the frog. As they both sink, the frog asks, "but why did you do that? Now we'll both die!" "Because it is my nature" is the scorpion's answer - inevitably the true nature surfaces.

Knot

"It expresses the sacred, inner path, which binds the outer consciousness of man, his intellect with his spirit". It is the unchanging psychic situation, the concept of binding and fettering, of corsetting and keeping in place. The endless knot is one of the eight emblems of good luck in Chinese Buddhism and longevity. The labyrinth of knotted cord is symbolic of life's inextricable tangle. To undo the knot is equivalent to finding the center in oneself.

Mexico's Indians celebrate the Day of the Dead, with a feast of drinking and dancing by the graves. Life and death are inevitably linked - knotted together in a ballet of the senses.

So is the male and female elemental in the opposite's existence. Likewise the Goddess Sekhmet in Egypt had the body of a woman with the head/mind of a lion. Often the Androgyne appears in myth as a male-female twin, like Artemis-Apollo, the moon and the sun united.

Glove

My grandmother left a box full of the most exquisite gloves. My mother would point out the fine quality of the leather, called "filet". Grandmother's hands were very small and fine-boned with long fingers. She never held anything heavy; but she banned the corset from her life and danced with Isadora Duncan, ate raw-grained cereals and associated with the suffragettes of her times.

In the lithograph by Max Klinger entitled "Entführung" ("Abduction"), a dragon comes flying through a broken window, a glove in his bird's beak. Two helpless, naked male arms are reaching through the broken glass, trying in vain to capture the lost possession. In the foreground is a rosebush.

The dragon, symbol of "things animal", represents the quintessential Beast stealing the female's skin of virtue; he robs the innocent of the protection of the glove as symbol. A gauntlet, both feminine and bellicose - think of throwing one's glove, demanding satisfaction. To keep one's glove on when shaking hands is impolite, means you have something to hide, that you don't wish to be open. Not to touch another's skin - to remain private and guarded. Taking no risks, like the wearing of a condom.

Shoe

What does "The Palace of the Pedic Pleasures" offer its clientele? Is the shoe the erotic foot's pimp and procurer? The shoe and the foot have been sexual symbols throughout history - the shoe being the vulva, the foot the penis.

The bride tosses her shoe to the bridesmaids for good luck, and the bride's shoes are tied to the departing car or vehicle. Or the bride forever preserving her wedding shoes. In Cinderella, the shoe of glass eventually leads to the prince.

Chinese footbinding, seen by us as a cruel tradition, has fascinated millions of men into an uninhibited orgy of ecstasy and passion. The exercising of fetishes as fashion has existed not only in Chinese culture. The human character likes to bend and reshape; we prefer illusion to reality, especially where it enhances the erotic.

All over the world, transvestites delight in squeezing their feet into women's high-heeled shoes in order to impersonate the look and gait of the female. High-heeled shoes are a symbol of helplessness and sexual empowerment.

Corset

As fetish, the corset serves both as a symbol of union and as a symbolic obstacle. It separates the lovers, yet incorporates emotions of conquest and surrender, hesitation and yielding. The corset is magic because of its opposites. It creates a dynamic between restriction and movement, immobility and flow.

Bird

Becoming a bird oneself, or being accompanied by a bird, indicates the ecstatic journey to the sky and beyond. Like the Phoenix and the hawk/Horus of Egypt, these birds pass through the fire and are reborn with wings.

My birds are the Angels of the secrets of the night; they are also the angels of the human desire for fulfillment and the lure of love. To die means to fly away in the form of a bird, your soul. Bird and soul are brothers and sisters of the sun and moon, the male and the female principle.