Lost in the Woods

30 03 2009

lost-in-the-woods
I’ve always been quite taken with medieval paintings especially those that tell a story by putting all of the events of that story onto one canvas.





Soldier’s Dance

28 03 2009
Soldier's Dance

Soldier's Dance





Newfoundland

24 03 2009

A Dream of Newfoundland

A Dream of Newfoundland


Newfoundland was the place where the Vikings first landed. Where Portuguese fisherman dried their fish. Where Irish monks first landed in the new world. It was for a long time the jumping off place to flights from the Americas to Europe. It was for a long time a place neither Canadian nor British. And it’s people are a treasure.





Monster From 20,000 Feet

22 03 2009

Monster From 20,000 Feet

Monster From 20,000 Feet


I had this vision of life on other planets where intelligence would take the form of clouds, underwater steam, etc. That intelligence/consciousness could arise from the accumulation of different creatures into things like flocks and swarms.





Dusk

21 03 2009

Dusk

Dusk


I had this sense when working on this piece of a place/time being haunted. And haunted not be ghosts or some spiritual entity. But that nothingness was haunted by being. That where there once was nothing, there was something, and then it vanished. In physics there is an idea that even in the void of space where nothing exists, matter appears and disappears, like a boiling soup which is constantly bubbling. That is the idea I had for this piece.





Daniel’s Dilemma

19 03 2009

Strange as you get older you don’t trust the spelling of words. I must have stared at dilemma for some time trying to figure out what was wrong with the word. Should there only be one m? Or maybe there should be an n in the word. I used spell check on the word but it didn’t make me feel any better. It just doesn’t look right.

Daniel's Dilemma

Daniel's Dilemma





Crucifixion of a Pair of Jeans

18 03 2009

This was the first of a series of collages that I just worked on hoping to use them as illustrations for my jazz poems. I’m not sure they work. But its something that has to be slept on.

Crucifixion of a Pair of Jeans

Crucifixion of a Pair of Jeans