At the Far End of Nothing
At the far end of
nothing, colors rain as an
eye descends the world.
Collage, oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
The Hopeless Romantic
The hopeless romantic
was not really hopeless,
nor was he a romantic.
In fact, he didn't really
know what he was.
So he put on his best
manic grin and stared.
Collage, oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
Bare Rubber Blossoms
Bare rubber blossoms
don't cast shadows in the sun.
They sleep having fun.
Collage, oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
Angular Sleep
There are openings
to the skies
whispering their strange language
to anyone who will listen.
Collage, oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
Octopus Interlude
Three-pronged claw
startles the red shadow
looking at the bejeweled moon
in the pink sky.
It is midnight and afternoon,
simultaneously.
Tiny pink bear climbs
a blue mountain,
wondering if he’ll ever
find home.
Fish and other things
tumble and somersault.
There is green,
but it is not earth.
There is blue,
but it is not sky.
Collage, oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
The Precarious Tick Tock
Tendrils shake and bend
as a snake sleeps
and nature splinters
into multitudes.
Things will grow, eventually.
Collage, oil on masonite, 20 in x 16 in
A Beast Woke Up...
A beast woke up
and swallowed everything
in sight.
(Except for some things
trapped in yellow.
But that's not important).
Anyway, everything it swallowed
is inside it still,
bouncing and playing,
happy as they'll ever be.
Collage, oil on masonite, 16 in x 20 in
Pandemonium Boogie
It ate its fill of pandemonium
and watched tiny things
dance around its body.
Collage, oil on masonite, 16 in x 20 in