I was recently asked about a hand painted perfecto I made about thirty years ago and it got me digging through old pictures of it for the inquirer. While digging I found a small stash of pictures of myself and my brother, Wayne, when we were in our teens. We are 9 years apart, but … Continue reading Myself, or My Brother
Transformations With Life #10 – Reimagined Office Garden
Above is the original bowl. It was sitting uncomfortably in a display case among others in my ceramic series called Paper Bowls. About a week ago my lovely wife came home with some plants from her office that had been damaged by the cleaning lady and she asked me to replant them into some dull … Continue reading Transformations With Life #10 – Reimagined Office Garden
She Is
I really wasn't sure what to say about this figure. It was androgynous, somewhat angry, evocative, abrasive, and purposfully ugly. I decided she didn't need to identify herself and anything other than who she was: She is Herself, and because of that, she is fierce, inspiring, and beautiful! Another realization regarding environmental conditions while using … Continue reading She Is
Lovely Day
As I do with many of my pieces, I quiet my mind, stare at them for a bit, and ask them who they are. Sometimes, they reveal a whole story; other times, just a name. This girl's sardonic smile seemed to come to life when I asked and the only thing she said in response … Continue reading Lovely Day
Letting Go
I get the impression of someone falling away, as if letting go of something or someone that is holding them back. of course, the hair always flows free faster than our perceptions. The eyes seem to still be focused on the object being left behind and only the slight beginning of realization has started to … Continue reading Letting Go
I Am Myself
I never use a mirror when doing self-portraits. I tell myself it's because I have no interest in realistic renditions and want only to express the inner perception of self. Ok, maybe that's true to a certain degree, or it's just I'm not as confident or comfortable staring at myself for a long time. I … Continue reading I Am Myself
Unspeakable Fear
There's a darkness inside of me these days that is only hurting myself and I wonder what it means to do. It terrifies me. I'm starting to see it over my right shoulder. What can I do? When looking at this face I have to wonder if this story of fear isn't a cover story … Continue reading Unspeakable Fear
Deal With It!
The fun title could have been: "So, I'm beautiful. Deal With It!" I stared for a long time at this face, before he started talking to me. I started feeling his frustration. There were many "Well, say something'"s coming from him too. I really don't know his story, but I felt he was clever enough … Continue reading Deal With It!
All The Ways We Hide
We wear masks and often wear masks to cover the mask we only want partly seen. We hide parts of ourselves in shadows to keep up false mysteries. We turn our faces and bodies to de-emphasize the faults we see in ourselves, or to highlight what we like the most. We make-up or tan ourselves … Continue reading All The Ways We Hide
Myself, later On
My inspiration here was a portrait of an old man, obviously without a shirt. Perhaps to indicate a greater vulnerability. Only after putting a few lines on paper did I start feeling the familiarity. I think I was making a self-portrait as an older man. I let my mind go and my hands followed the … Continue reading Myself, later On
The New Renaissance Mindset 