Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Skipfolio: New drawings: just a glimpse of what I'm workin' with since I moved into the studio fulltime to work. I leave behind the four large drawings(4'w x 5'h) Las Meninas 2009 at the house... beautiful, exotic, moody female figures posed like stylish, well kept, Storyville whores or Deltas having tea in the dappled light coming through the glass of our florida room. The last week has infused these latest drawings of Super-hyped Superheroes with a Funky, Fierce, SweetbackBadass raw display of the hurt I felt leaving the house yet again. Putting my hands up, bobbing and weaving, punching, jabbing, throwing some shit off...Life as Art...this is what i got for the week.
Friday, August 28, 2009
an angel come back to me... after all this time,
a healing taking place as we re-enter each others' orbit.
a caution of lust, even though that's where we used to really groove together...so I see that and recognize that what was once there, is no mo'...
Looking to something new, if there is anything there on another level. What I recognized first in her, there in the Beginning... is yet her still... somewhere under the scars of the loves, the lies and the betrayals collected over the years searching for the Dreams we dreamed of as kids talking on the phone well into the night.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I recognize that whatever you want, you already have,... or can get it! (Hallelujah!..)
So I offer this pearl of great price,
knowing and believing that you are well on this blessed day.
On this day, I recognise you, and acknowledge you, and thank you
for who you are and all you represent.
I recognize you for your unique ways and manner, for the things you stand for...and what you won't tolerate.
I recognize you for what you have done for the life and love of your wife and your generation.
I recognize you, Dad, for the example of responsibility and a warm humor.
I recognize you as a testimony to the graceful power of the right tone and proper attitude.
I recognize you for your walk, and your willingness to be contrary even if you got to stand alone.
I recognize you for doing what you got to do, when you got to do it.
I recognize you most especially this day as the one who paved away
for me to reach this day, just in time to say...
I love you...
...So how much sleep do you think Barnes and Glover are gonna get thinking about tomorrow?
and what about El Tigre...seven shots behind with 11 to play at a soaked Bethpage Black, he has never won a tournament trailing by more than eight going into the final round...so is Tiger still in the hunt?
Thursday, June 18, 2009
even though i've never seen your face.
what we have is the envy of the ignorant observers who know nothing of the chains that keep me bound to you.
what we have is hypnotic, baby.
you're the monkey on my back.
i taste you
from within and afar.
and kissed by you,
when you're not being demanding
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I was emptying the car of paintings from the trip to Chicago, when my long time neighbor Jim came waving across the street, reaching for his smokes. "How was the show in Chicago?"
We shook hands and I shared my visit with Judy Saslow in her gallery, I told him of my discovery of the work of Nancy Pascke. We talked about the meditative time of driving 12 hours straight, of the health issues of a couple patrons of the Chicago art scene, and through winding paths of rabbit trails and free-flow trains of thought, we came to me showing him the artist proof of my book, Wrestling With Angels: A True Story Based On A Lie, Part One. I knew that he had studied theology, and was a poet, so I led him to the chapter Morning pages: proverbs and poems, and left him to read as I returned to unloading the car.
Here were his immediate thoughts...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Neo Soul, the dog
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Arizona quarterback Kurt Warner leaves the field for perhaps the last time.
Mike Tomlin, youngest head coach in NFL history to win a Super Bowl.
Even if you don't give a damn about football, this was worth watching, hearing,..feeling. Like a voice of light calling from out of the darkness, just before dawn.
While he was distracted, I took some shots to give you a peep.
Cherry Ledbetter's brightly painted sculptures of women who defy easy racial identity, are elevated craft with a folk-inspired flavor that calls to mind India, Africa, Latin America and the American Southwest.
Actor, performer and photographer Rory Ledbetter dares to go there in intimate but stark erotic black and white imagery of Black gay males that hearken back to Robert Mapplethorpe.