one of my most accomplished portrait so far (according to my own self) : "ethereal being",18" x 24" x 2", oil on canvas, 2016 (FOR SALE)
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The Stonewall Inn
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Kiana Khansmith
almost home

Product Placement

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Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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one of my most accomplished portrait so far (according to my own self) : "ethereal being",18" x 24" x 2", oil on canvas, 2016 (FOR SALE)
SWIM
Each moment of our dates, not many, We celebrated as an Epiphany. Alone in the whole world. More daring and lighter than a bird Down the stairs, like a dizzy apparition, You came to take me on your road, Through rain-soaked lilacs, To your own possession, To the looking glass world. As night descended I was blessed with grace, The altar gate opened up, And in the darkness shining And slowly reclining Was your body naked. On waking up I said: God bless you! Although I knew how daring and undue My blessing was: You were fast asleep, Your closed eyelids with the universal blue The lilac on the table so strained to sweep. Touched by the blue, your lids Were quite serene, your hand was warm. And rivers pulsed in crystal slits, Mountains smoked, and oceans swarmed. You held a sphere in your palm, Of crystal; on your throne you were sleeping calm. And, oh my God! - Belonging only to me, You woke and at once transformed The language humans speak and think. Speech rushed up sonorously formed, With the word “you” so much reformed As to evolve a new sense meaning king. And suddenly all changed, like in a trance, Even trivial things, so often used and tried, When standing 'tween us, guarding us, Was water, solid, stratified. It carried us I don’t know where. Retreating before us, like some mirage, Were cities, miraculously fair. Under our feet the mint grass spread, The birds were following our tread, The fishes came to a river bend, And to our eyes the sky was open. Behind us our fate was groping, Like an insane man with a razor in his hand.
Andrei Tarkovski (The Mirror, 1975)
Life is just an illusion. Sinkholes to infinity do exist.
Untitled, 16″ x 20″, oil on canvas
Welcome to the real world honey crisp apple
Pencil Drawing from live skull, pencil on paper, 16″ x 16″, 2016
My Version of Goya’s dark series “ Witches in the air”, charcoal on paper, 12″ x 18″, 2016
Rendition of the nose of Michelangelo’s David 16″ x 16″, Drawing Pencil on Paper, 2016
Dialects d'une âme maladroite
L’identité de ma recherche S’infiltre dans ma Joie Un principe de colère qui n’empêche pas autrui de communiquer Ramassez vos ordure Collectez mes cellules Rentrez chez vous; Un hyène vous appel. L’hypothèse de mes calcul M’affirme qu’intense-soit-t-il La miséricorde s’affecte sous le poids des ouragans Roulez vos béquille Tassez mon sommeil Goupille la naine essai de passer Votre regard m’assomme Rachetez vous un toit N’examinez pas vos droit La famine des rois semble bien enflammé Le mime de l’abysse se retourne brusquement Sursaut Insolite Peur, PEUr PEUURR Qu’en dites-vous vous vous le rein du monde Qui tapisse les ames des enfants qui rame dans la mijoteuse du temps Soudez-vous Récoltez les amitiez voulues Bravez les chiens battues Crachez vos échecs Avalez les corps le passer est mince La fin s’inquiete le présent rachete Mots sont tous décousu Mamífere sache que tu est Rapporte moi du pain Endort mes cris Jardine mes charades Vous les insolites N’expiiez pas vos malices Ce n’est pas résolu Qu’internez-vous envers l’asiéger Cessez-Toute conclusion maladroite terrez vous
Le mystère reste le plus beau sentiment du monde
first complete charcoal drawing
Sequoia forest with dad