My small Little life.



My eyes open departing,

the dead sea parting

as the eye opening window pane

begins to play its daily feature,

a facsimile of imagery as my dreams break

to the image upon my wall.

The picture is my wake up call

from a foggy stall my mind begins to crawl,

the browns, the golds, and saturated black.

Every inch and pixel I created

a silhouette walks forward stops

and then retreats to my intent.

I dance through the abstraction

of mixed images.



Everyday replete, this story complete.

My small little life,

devoted to a passion,

to a desire.

My small Little life.

I rest my eyes upon my creation

succumbing to my perception

this resistance from obscurity.

To be be seen by legions for its purity.

I breath a long life giving breath,

my small little life.

I have the gift, I am blessed.

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The artist, the poet, the musician, the actor, the dancer, the comedian, et al shall come to grips with the nature of their passion. To define this nature is part of the journey. I reckon it may be an obligatory waste and the less pondered or discussed all the better, lest the haze of confusion intertwine with intellect and intuition leaving us in a muddle of rationales. At best it’s just an aside. To understand our creative nature would require understanding volumes written by all genius (past and present) devoted to the advancing philosophies of man.  A heady task beyond this poor man’s deficiencies.


When I first began creating visual art my desire was to draw a hand that looked like a hand a tree that was appropriately unbalanced in order to resemble a tree, or a likeness to look like a likeness. As I refined my technique my passion became more defined and simply put to create images not yet seen. To push beyond the pale of human imagination and to make each work it’s own school or thought. If a system develops so be it. Never to hold back because my work didn’t fit into a defined set of rules or limitations.


It’s no longer essential that I prove my self in my small little life. The time has long since past that I shall affect upon the art world a tenure of temporary fame. A regret at times beyond all pain and now as I fall into my winter-land I simply haven’t the energy, although my art I can say is more vibrant and far more relevant than I could have ever imagined. This passion runs deep and I suspect as this flame burns it shall find it’s own ground unbeknownst to me in my time or in God’s. I just no longer wish to expend what fire I have left to play the fame game knowing it’s not the road to immortality or my probability. I have thousands of untouched images to explore. I haven’t begun to be enlightened as to what still awaits me. Each day, each effort a grand surprise. To this I am blessed and with humility and gratitude I have been gifted.


I started the above image by utilizing the simplicity and the spontaneity of a black a white pen. In a sense it was a technological impetus that allowed me to move forward. I spent $200.00 on a pen that holds in memory any black and white image it records as the drawing progresses. Once the sketch is complete the USB port is a willing receptacle. This has allowed me the opportunity to create significant thumbnails. Most great ideas have begun on a cocktail napkin. As a graphic designer I can’t count how many worthy designs began on a napkin or as a late night wake up that demanded an insomniac notation. The image below is the result of refining said thumbnail. The image is a 30”x40” Giclée print at this point. Although I am pleased with the result I still suspect there will be further iterations as this visual progresses. Stay tuned.

“Small Little Life” Size 30”x40” • Mixed Media $11500.00

“Small Little Life Study”  Black & White  $250.00  Size: 12”x15”