my language

Far from the maddening crowd

2010-01-28T22:41:00.002-05:00

2010-01-25T13:12:00.000-05:00

I'm fueled by passion and intensity!!

2010-01-09T18:06:00.000-05:00

..and time is just memory, etched with desire... (Tom Waits)

2010-01-04T12:22:00.000-05:00

Winter Bliss

2009-12-10T13:37:00.001-05:00

(thank you)

old and nude

2009-11-24T22:07:00.004-05:00

part of me (and you) remains in everything i have drawn (upon and under)
that part stays and I am pulled and thrown and tossed into
the next, the coming and the leap back towards then
a return, again, a new.

Ode to Barthes

2009-11-13T13:31:00.002-05:00

Gestures

2009-09-08T22:36:00.002-04:00

The Return, and death to the line

2009-09-06T22:07:00.001-04:00

Il Popolo di Barga

2009-09-06T21:58:00.001-04:00

Barga, Italy...miei amore.

2009-09-04T22:51:00.007-04:00

Ciao New York!

2009-07-09T21:03:00.007-04:00

photo etching in sienna and engraving in ruby red on nice smooth amazing hand made paper

Barga, Italy

2009-07-09T20:52:00.003-04:00

the alchemy of intaglio

2008-06-29T22:29:00.004-04:00

Leaving My Island

2007-05-10T22:26:00.001-04:00

I have decided to say bye bye to HuiPress and Maui, I want to do some serious running around the globe. But before I go I am curating an exhibition at this knock-out wine bar/ gallery which I began exhibiting in a year ago. I will post more images of the opening event.

trip ticks, drip tricks

2007-03-30T22:50:00.000-04:00

The Gateless Gate

2007-03-30T22:46:00.000-04:00

a lot of Fiery Furnaces

2007-03-01T15:59:00.000-05:00

Feburary was pleaseing

2007-03-01T15:29:00.000-05:00

reflections of shite

2007-02-08T13:45:00.000-05:00

Bird flu makes everyone sick

2007-02-06T18:36:00.000-05:00

the last image is my first plate litho print.

the suffering gives me air

2007-01-31T18:44:00.000-05:00

self

2007-01-04T13:55:00.000-05:00

My conceptual hell

2007-01-04T13:52:00.000-05:00

2006-12-28T14:10:00.000-05:00

2006-12-28T14:05:00.000-05:00

dark moodssssss

2006-12-06T14:00:00.000-05:00

all good men

2006-12-06T13:53:00.000-05:00

man & life

2006-11-30T17:33:00.000-05:00

Thank you, Lewis Carroll

2006-11-03T02:59:00.000-05:00

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

poor kierkegaard

2006-10-16T19:23:00.000-04:00

passion for passion

2006-10-14T21:06:00.000-04:00

post Christian world

grasshopper

2006-10-12T20:07:00.000-04:00

mutterings of a tempermental mind

Where do memories go?

2006-10-01T21:52:00.000-04:00

impenetrable perceptions

2006-09-17T02:50:00.000-04:00

Sense of Toe ch

2006-09-13T19:20:00.000-04:00

Paradise Lost

2006-09-06T01:08:00.000-04:00

Reality and Creating

2006-08-19T20:10:00.000-04:00

and playing a lot...

2006-08-13T23:46:00.000-04:00

i wander around, and around and around. strange land. one world.

2006-08-04T01:16:00.000-04:00

Here I am at home, here I have discovered me.

Logic Robots

2006-06-07T10:03:00.002-04:00

2006-06-06T10:48:00.000-04:00

im not waiting, im not even wanting

how do you know, you know?

2006-05-27T23:05:00.001-04:00

2006-05-16T13:43:00.000-04:00

existing
only in
expression

2006-05-16T13:41:00.000-04:00

iron that comes from the core

2006-05-16T13:37:00.000-04:00

sometimes i sit and paint and and stare into idealism

2006-03-20T15:36:00.000-05:00

I missed the bus today, it was a little like missing freedom. I stopped going round and round and finally rearranged. The Russians are coming! The immortal Gods of literature.

nothing

2005-12-12T12:28:00.000-05:00

dead bird

2005-12-12T12:23:00.000-05:00

three

2005-12-12T12:19:00.000-05:00