Gettin’ Hitched

This is the ring that now ensconces my ring finger. The ring finger that is next to my demented pinky finger. This pinky is taking a proverbial turn into my hand, poor little thing, so I’ll have to embrace this dysfunction now that “I’ve got a ring on it”…Also the front piece is Jay’s great [...]

morbid |ˈmôrbəd|

adjective 
1 characterized by or appealing to an abnormal and unhealthy interest in disturbing and unpleasant subjects, esp. death and disease : he had long held a morbid fascination with the horrors of contemporary warfare.
 
If I’m honest with myself I would find lurking morbidity waiting to exhale inside my containing psyche. Although, due to my vigilant needs to remain [...]

Doe a deer, A female deer

These are a few of my favorite vid things right now. 
 

 

 

 

Excavate My Corazon

Willem De Koonning’s “Excavation”
The painting is hung on a wall inside the Art Institute of Chicago, it is large and it always complicates my day. It stands somewhat isolated from the other Abstract Expressionistic paintings as it should and I get lost in it. I think there has only been a handful times that I’ve [...]

Mocked Moccasins

My mama raised me in a manner that permitted self-expression, at times I’m in awe in how she let me out of the house. I remember her taking me to the Helping Hand Thrift store where my grandma volunteered and I would then roam about looking at all of the shit, I mean, actually, it [...]

You-Are-Beautiful

So this project, apparently, is global, however I’ve only been charmingly inundated by it in Chicago. Thus my push to have the You Are Beautiful project swing on over to Seattle. It’s really thoughtful (at first I questioned its possible triteness) and after being confronted by the phrase, either on the sidewalk or printed on [...]

Aurora Motels & AWAKE

Venture off to the Greenbean Cafe and you shall find Jay’s and my art project in conjunction with Awake (our iglesia) and the people of Aurora Avenue Motels (their abode). The hope was to give them (the Motel Families) the opportunity to illuminate their world that is invisible to most passerbys. Not for advocacy’s sake (thanks [...]

Seeds and Storms

Based on a Leonardo Da’Vinci painting in light of a friend’s vortical experience into motherhood.
(sidenote: the lily is a symbol of purity, but also of erotic love and grace)
 
Annunciation Part I
The white lily, the one from Da’ Vinci’s painting
is all I can smell right now and
You, the one who left your seed with me,
late last [...]