idyll bells / oil / canvas / 20 x 18 inches / 300.00

 

storytime / oil / canvas / 21 x 21 inches / 400.00

ikebana / oil / canvas / 31 x 23 inches / 500.00

Plane Crash

Like a leaf on gentle wind, we floated down to paradise. Where old tourists, faraway bathed their, achy old hearts. The first night we, gathered luke warm without knowledge. Ancient trees watched us assemble the remains o f our luggage; i setup a transient bar: tequila, scotch, bourbon, cognac, and wine. Fire, tacos, myrmyrs... for dinner. Those that were sleepy retreated to nearby caves. And the final burning embers dimly gave way to crashing waves. Morning brought no one together. So i followed my soulmate, and a retreating river to town. More bodies, caked in white crystalline, or zinc, wrinkles, bored grandchildren; rows of white houses with the same double chairs in front and origin flags. I spoke Catalan; my lover German. Amused we were rescued. Returning with two others. They hadn't tasted what we had. We threw a party. At last the world beckoned. There was so little struggle. Nothing hard. Never weary. My stomach full. Warm and cozy. Missing without worry. Never lost, simply present. I cant remember what happened to, the others. And part of us forever stayed on that island.

paradiso / oil / canvas / 19 x 18 inches / 250.00

 

under cover / oil / canvas / 15.5 x 13 inches / 150.00

 

 

life signs / oil / canvas / 14 x 11 inches

lullaby / oil / canvas / 16 x 13 inches

 

groundskeeper / oil / canvas / 19 x 17 inches / 250.00

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

desert rat / oil / canvas / 20 x 17.5 inches / 200.00

 

 

 

 

 

basement dweller / oil / canvas / 32.5 x 26.5 inches / 300.00

anniversary edition / oil / canvas / 19.5 x 14 inches

Locally sourced pelican bones

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

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.

do not touch the
bridge controls.
away at nap,
be back later.

Vision Quest / oil / canvas / 31.5 x 30.5 inches / 600.00

la tierra alta / oil / canvas / 9.5 x 12.5 inches / 100.00

wondrous work

you are like a lamp
sometimes the only
lonely glowy lighting rooms,
you are starry,
imagining some dreams.

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.

post-mortem

semi-luxury
garbage bag
strictly risky business
always gucci
always right
born & forgotten
gaming all this life.

Call to Bed

bite this
forever more
my pinky swear
on the hour dear
before we arrive
to paradise.

when we evolve
through strategy,
cunning while
guile fearless &
genetic tough.

i heart you
tight, rough my finger
weep, sipping pleasant
sups of love
inside my cup
a perfect amount
of good times.

together close
doubly warmer
either alive or dead
indifferent in
the cuddle...

Late Night Tasty

oh yeah.
blurry eyeball,
extra cookie!

word games

catastrophic failure control
over the module…
coincidental music appreciation,
in the morning…
grafted bonus intelligence
must be
your lucky day….
triangulate total perfect function
beautiful weather, beautiful weather,
letter by sincerely
total uncertainty
collapsing record player
spinning, humming hiss hacking repast
so much loving
so much loving
so much hi’ing hellohappy’ing
burning burning burning.

The Rise and Fall of Succesful Species

 PART 1

imagine no moment after, so impossible.
awareness means reception of past time / future activity.
present tense means knowing occurence.
existence means to be.

death be not knowing
death's design requires only absence
impossible for presence
totally separate from feeling.

freedom means the opposite,
freedom or nothing
no between, which means distraction,
success means freedom
liberty from death.

only you and i know the secret
to never dying,
only you and i can whisper
this story,
only you and i know our purpose
one day chanting
immortal succession!

footnote:
we must have it everyone.
we must have it.
without we are nothing
without we struggle
without it we hide behind things like our mighty constructions.
but we know what is coming
what it means to be
forever cherishing this little moment sipping, sipping
always wanting more
we can quench our thirsty worry
don't forget the goal
don't give up
amen amen amen amen.


PART 2

gawl crawling like gods on starry waves
we made it! we did it! we figured our own mighty code
embracing the brilliance of our biology.
and with success we find ourselves
masters of the near domain - still reaching
outward ascending matter riding dust in elements
of metal. a choo.

still, still
we are animal
we are beast(s).

PART 3

basic complex mind or matter
am i only this because i am?
do i really matter after
everything? reaching
collected consciousness.

finally totally E M B E D D E D,
yet lusting somehow
in this matter simulation.

wondering and wandering nowhere
establishing / rising / falling
coalescing
warring
farring
trading
caring
winning losing

being!
being.

IV

Nothing infinite was fortold...
Once upon a telling.
Nothing greater than the creator.

Witnesses only,
A
Cosmos cold,
All Energy
Collected in the center
& outside we watch in the dark,
Now just one thing.

In an instant literal it is over.
A new universe is born
for someone else's turn.


Epilogue:

The point of existence means seeing the true end.
To see the final scene.
To close the chapter in eternity.

Anything else is small potatoes,
Anything else is games of chance
On a stupid round table.

isolation

Nobody knows,
what it sounds like,
outside, the
karaoke room.

human warmth
best touch

whispered dreams comes
calming vibes of supple intensity.

from the jewelry box

the pearl diver
and those beads
greatly hanging
from this long neck, by a woven string to hold
have endured hard times
bringing those jewels
to you.

they hold the key to vitalious victory,
they hold time,
holding like a charmed heart
that heats hot
laying now on a heavy
chest, lowly
rumbling
atomically.

french pastry / oil / canvas / 21.75 x 20 inches / 250.00

Season's Greetings / oil / canvas / 30 x 30.5 inches / 300.00

A.I. Overlords

no christmas, no go,
hot brandy sounds
gharly curly crudely cards
sumptuous deliverance
from the English language.

idyllic grazing

fevers pick the winners
courageous, fearless souls
that recognize the potential
of their linear lives.

they look at my lovely
green garden, and
my bevy of eden like
qualities within, and with hold
the truth still,
peace favors truth
above all things, making
care to recognize those
that carry this
heavy thing.

when we 
when we,
win.

dead fly on the swatter
don't brush it off
bait for another fly;
dead flies on the swatter.

dfonts
dbio
bfaf;
dfots

dbots
dfonts
beatem ups
dootle raps
ghoulish gribs
greasy fibs
skinny butts
little nuts
tippy taps
little raps
communal kilns
diligent wins.

raquet risky

there's nothing easy about finding calm
what about lobotomy vs real health?
vs gibber jabber
and english poems.
what wins best dinner convo?
what wins PHD's?

pick my nose
pull my finger
takes a calm hand
to pick so deep.
peshes deeples dosh...

dancing Whirly Derby
singing birdys
leafing beetle, rhino rhino
harvesters
PICK My nose

thanksgiving dishes
in order of greatness
cant beat gravy
emperor of the table

and the rest in the barrel

people thought
and
people think
and
words will tell you / it ok
other wise
wisdom tells you
people hunger.

make me wireless
fill my cup
better signal.

deepest dive before descent end
summer time all the time
and forever fun.
leave the surface to those that hate
lay in the sun all day

Journey's End / oil / canvas / 8 x 9.5 inches / 100.00

 

 lazybones / oil / canvas / 12 x 12 inches

half credit for drafts
supper duty free airplane
buddy,
half credit for drafts
policy makes buddies,
mad. fuller box
favorite crop. box.

i eat stuff
stuff up
carnivore sushi fever
ocean dry done
bone bone bone bone
bed of shells
bedrock
salt flat

o far my worl wrapping.

naming process

ikon mitar,
rolling holy,
roly poly,
land of old,
old old,
RPG, D&D
imagery boldly

Century Stalker / oil / canvas / 10 x 11.5 inches / 100.00

Very Elemental / oil / canvas / 10 x 10 inches

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batting lashes,

sunset blood, whipping

vampire-masters.

pulsing, thrusting

fangs & fucking, w/

moaning, moaning,

heavy pressing.

likely w/out question.

the sound of sunsets

& what comes from them.

great once was Gondor.
great once was anything
or anyone that had a time
of greatness.

of beauty i now much know
and in later years it was lost
of other stuff great i was
great once was anyone
in their time of
greatness.

in time the river be a Gorge.
and in great need, a bird
may flap; for when the sun
births its stellar death,
and powers forth the greatest
Light ever known,

then shall Earth know God
and man know Light
and truth
will finally
come.

Dad likes jam

And if you take it from him

In the morning;

He has a furious ferocious

Pounce about him; ready to strike for

Something to cover his toast.

Dad likes a lot of stuff

Sometimes he does stuff

And mom asks- What are you doing Dad?

He usually has the worst possible answer.