paradiso / oil / canvas / 19 x 18 inches / 250.00 |
Thursday, December 17, 2020
Thursday, December 03, 2020
Friday, November 27, 2020
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Love Insanity
out up in the Mts., looking down from a winding road at Lake Tahoe and the wind washes across my face.
music inspires me to communicate how i feel as i am free and alive.
I'm a meadow dream,
you and me,
crashing through the trees.
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Thursday, July 30, 2020
Wednesday, July 15, 2020
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
that creepy crawly fear, that latent anxiety, that horrible item in the back of one's mind
i wear my hat on my head,
thinking the suns out
even inside...
what have we become?
Monsters in the dark!
-julian
thinking the suns out
even inside...
what have we become?
Monsters in the dark!
-julian
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
to wither:
a lack of water,
where once great magnificence
rooted in the earth
lay splendid in the sun.
a pitiful aspect across /
hot concrete terrain.
a lack of color
that used to exist before.
not yet past,
to regain,
through care
a repose,
of what
was once there.
to touch:
adjudicate effect
from cause.
dangerous, warm, friendly,
bridging the horrible distance
between us.
calm in the calamity
of fragile topology.
thought in all manner
of action and inaction,
to care
to play
a pageant
from the bloody
conscious brain.
a lack of water,
where once great magnificence
rooted in the earth
lay splendid in the sun.
a pitiful aspect across /
hot concrete terrain.
a lack of color
that used to exist before.
not yet past,
to regain,
through care
a repose,
of what
was once there.
to touch:
adjudicate effect
from cause.
dangerous, warm, friendly,
bridging the horrible distance
between us.
calm in the calamity
of fragile topology.
thought in all manner
of action and inaction,
to care
to play
a pageant
from the bloody
conscious brain.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
wondrous work
you are like a lamp
sometimes the only
lonely glowy lighting rooms,
you are starry,
imagining some dreams.
sometimes the only
lonely glowy lighting rooms,
you are starry,
imagining some dreams.
Monday, January 06, 2020
little dude
if I was a tiny guy
My iMac would be
A movie screen,
Id go like real big
Sound loud
And like wow wow.
My iMac would be
A movie screen,
Id go like real big
Sound loud
And like wow wow.
Friday, January 03, 2020
post-mortem
semi-luxury
garbage bag
strictly risky business
always gucci
always right
born & forgotten
gaming all this life.
garbage bag
strictly risky business
always gucci
always right
born & forgotten
gaming all this life.
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