
Dimensions: 32 inches x 25 inches
Ltd Edition print to 25
I don’t know what to write about this. It makes me think of some of Georges Braque’s paintings. Braque certainly inspires me. His form of cubism is more human, more warm in my opinion. At least some of his later work.
This piece is like a still life. It doesn’t seem that inspiring to me though. I’ve been struggling to develop a style I feel passionate about for the last decade or so. I lost my studio in Nebraska when I moved to this ghetto state of sociopathy in 2006.
In Nebraska, I was creating large paintings like Paradigm Shift, and The Socratic Tree. I was getting into truly mixed media of trash, dirt, sawdust, found objects, branches, fabrics, nails, and twigs. I was really on to something developing my own body of work. But, as change in life is merciless with its lessons of spiritual tragedy, the farm became a family loss.
I struggle with my own bitterness. Since I was born, life has had a love affair of depriving me of many things others take for granted. I wrote one time in a sketchbook from the 1990s that “my art is my lifelong love affair” or something like that. Life loves to taunt me with beautiful trolls who love throwing salt on my mortally afflicted heart because the trolls see me as being more blessed than they are, so they have to “get back.” It doesn’t matter how much I really actually suffer to them. Their weltanschauung is all that matters to their mortally limited beliefs.
I realize that last paragraph leaves me wide open to the criticisms and judgements of lifeless world leaders whose life purpose it is to destroy life as they profess in lies about saving life, covertly stalking radio hosts looking for a bit o’ sensation to get ratings from, economists in denial of their own bitterness and distrust, and self-delusion made rockstar, zen-master, life coaches jumping out from YouTube like ravenous piranhas tripping out on the latest marketing juice.
Oh well, I’m letting it flow and it feels fucking good. Blame is a thing I struggle with for life too. It feels good to take my power back at times when I realize the blame game has got too out of hand in my head. I just feel repelled by all the pop self-help gurus and their choruses of “take full responsibility for your life” bullshit. I really don’t think they know what they’re talking about as they market their narcissism to other lost souls.
So this piece really does echo some of the shit I want to use for more serious, detailed, more involved, bigger works. Its got paper cutout stuff pasted on the surface. I used pencil shading in some parts. I drew my trademark line drawing, circuit-like doodles over the various surfaces thereafter and then applied water to make the contours bleed.








