We’ve rounded the corner nowWe’ve foundThe hole in the fenceWe’ve crossed that lineAnd conceivedOf new horizonsNow we stand watchingAndWaitingForThe old roadsTo wash into the sea
Standing Watch
Artwork Notes
These paintings contain notes, thoughts, and written scribblings for those inclined to read…
Aqueduct
Every river flows to the sea… except this one. It flows to LA. Drink up southern California.
Architecture of Flow
This was a recent live art piece I did to benefit the surf and skate club at Trinidad School. I had a few buddies and a handful of kids skating past my paint table and grabbing brushes to drag across the canvas set up a few yards away, then circle back to relay another pass. […]
In a Mood
Some days are better than others for curiously overheated gas station coffeeMade with the press of a button
Something Fishy
With a bucket full of mackerel, he explained why the water was a fancy shade of green.The fancy cats that live in the rocks were only green with envy.
Bending Lines
Winter Sun
We’ve spent long days hereNorth of the river We’ve spentOur last two dimesOnHeavenAnd wafflesAnd a good night’s sleepShelteredFrom the falling snowUntil the storm blew over And now we ourselvesAre spentWorn outLike the twoRaggedDog blanketsIn the back of the van One more look at the oceanBefore we head homeAnd two thingsBecome clear We’re not going home […]
The Jewel V: Wednesday Afternoon
This was the first time I was given access to this deck on the end of this scientific research pier. I remember being so torn about which view to paint, north or south, that I think I just blew a fuse and split it down the middle with an easterly approach. I figured since it […]
Evolution of Icarus
So… sometimes this happens. When I paint at live events, half the fun is not knowing exactly what I’m going to paint. Even as I’m loading my palette with paint I’m usually still wondering what’s going to happen. At RampArt Skatepark last weekend, this is what happened. Not sure what’s going on here, but one […]
Flow
It may look like a wave, but if you rotate this piece counter-clockwise it represents the real time wind conditions off the Pacific coast at the time the painting was being created. Check out earth.nullschool.net if you want to see what I’m talking about.
On the Rocks
Painted on site with the rising tide sending large amounts of saltwater all over my back and palette as I worked. There may not be blood, sweat, or tears in this one, but there is certainly a good dose of Pacific Ocean saltwater, and that’s almost the same thing from a salinity perspective…
Insinuation IX: Where Once there was Only Sky
Rising up to heights intolerable Between moments of relief All too briefJust when the final surge washes throughRearranging the ground floorSoaking the upholstery With salt driven from the earth’s rotationGlass breakingWalls shakingThe record collection scattered like shells on the shore Just when it’s too much to bearAs violently as it movedJust as quickly it is […]
Insinuation VIII: Hope of Expectancy Surrendered
As joy turns to sorrow And victory defeatThe batteries drainedThe battering remains A constant beatEach pulse an increase of primordial painThe hope of expectancy surrendered Like broken water from a cloudburst in a heavy rainSomething gone wrongThe absence of lightThis can’t be the way That all is set rightThe giver of life drained of the […]
Insinuation VII: The Spin of the Sphere
The spin of the sphere Is the beginning of fear And where it leads none can followIt’s tilted gait Refuses to wait As yesterday wars with tomorrow And the lengthening days The upper hand gainsAnd the bluebirds await the arrival Of the victor’s scorn Trampling the snowmelt Of their opponentWho retreats to the high mountainsBlocking […]
Insinuation VI: Earth’s Shadow Not Yet Reaping
The lunar eclipse breathes its deepest shade of red As the waters of earth rise up to meet the dyingA global procession Where every drop offers An honest confession Of unending love And weeps for the loss of their beloved’s white-blue lightThese fluid mourning masses Gather at the funeral parlor doorAwaiting a turn to glimpse […]
Insinuation V: No Escape Until Exhalation
Inhalation of numbers A suspended matrix of love and tears Sweat and painNo solution for this equationJust a problem of oxygen suspended in bloodArriving from beyond the sea To bring life however brief it may beBut with it arises The conflict inside usCarried by wind Born of dustMade of earthFragile and flammableUnquenched and unbirthed Ubiquitous […]
Insinuation IV: Riding Shotgun in the Cardiac
As the plot thickens The pulse quickens Signals the release of adrenalineThe fight or flightThe might makes right At heart it’s all just lightEmanating through nervous roots Planted deep in the sinewsIt’s neither sin nor is it newsRiding shotgun in the cardiac Pumping beats to keep the blood movingRegulating the pace of exchangeThe old for […]
Insinuation III: Sheet Music of Endless Revolutions
Pulsating depths collide with rock in steady rhythm Rocksteady rhythms Seafoam drifts that move in procession Driven by the upwelling of timeEtching on the surface a crooked white lineA visible record of the upheavalThe sheet music of endless revolutions Each blast is a rebellion In search of freedom like waterMoving to this inexplicable beatDancing with […]
Insinuation II: Hunting Reverb for Survival
Molten harmonics signal the release of tensionThe groaning of tectonic riffs Played with the volume cranked to eleven The subterranean chords of metal and rock circle their preyDescending through chasms Black air dripping with the sweat of earth Waiting to shake its foundations And strike Hunting reverb for survivalAnd it hides by the deepest frequencies […]
Insinuation I: Lost in a Sea of Synapses
Dancing at will upon the innumerous grainsThe finite brains of particulate philosophersWho cannot through their centrifugesDo anything other than remain on it’s surfaceGrasping at photonsMissing the pointMarching lockstep in lines around the cornerAdrift in a city of relapsesLost in a sea of synapsesMentally sequencing the circuitry required To awaken the silicon mined of earthThe silicon […]
Insinuation: Prologue
Rising and falling, the transfer of energy, the simple wave is itself in nature prominent.To look too close is to see only the thing and miss the implications of its movement.From here on no further mention made of the object of our salted minds.Just an attempt with light and with shadeto find it between the […]
Insinuation XII: It Will Be What It Will Be
And it will be what it will be
Insinuation XI: Like Polished Brass
Lengthening shadows signal the cycle Is nearing its endSoon to repeat againAnd as the fading light races the horizonThe dust is what we’ve laid eyes onThe circuit completeThe awakening of earth’s mind In a thousand incandescent lightsStreaming forth To welcome all and then someTo receive the failed and winsomeHer final thought to hold a mass […]
Insinuation X: Green Explosions
The fragile seed Takes root and shootsGreen explosions of sunshine Burst forth from the scattered ashes Of those laid to rest From the day when the mad disease Took aim and shotTheir passing became The passion behind The protest of laughing children Bellies fullThe harvest abundant Ringing from the bell tower Over field and foe […]
Breakwall
Recent Live Art piece from the Save the Waves fundraiser in SF a few weeks back. I’m really stoked how this one turned out. I went with a simple image of a wave about to break into a breakwall, an enigmatic comment on our role in shaping the shoreline, creating and destroying surf breaks along […]