The Pandemic; I went absolutely batshit crazy (you might have, too).
Until then, my work had been figurative, with very specific themes.
Then Lockdown came, and the figures just…disappeared.
A concrete resort
Of last resort.
Its unfound denizens
Perhaps by choice
Perhaps by chance
Hope-glimmers
Haunt crumbling halls
That life might change
For the better.
Available as an 8x20” print
Beneath the City
Still, roses bloom
In hopes that one day
The sun will smile
On unshrouded faces
That we will again
Smile into more
Than just
Each other’s eyes.
Available an an 18x12” print
Mardi Gras Morning of 2020, I stand in the dark hallway of strangers
While drums & ribbons & costumed revelers swirl in the street.
As light streams in through an open door, I see this, and take a single photograph, which becomes the base for the painting.
A month later, the Pandemic.
There will never be a Mardi Gras where strangers fearlessly dance & kiss & laugh in such close proximity.
On Mardi Gras Day, New Orleanians put the ashes of loved one in the River, and I'd lost a beloved friend the previous year.
His one-eyed glory peers from the bottom of the painting.
Available as a 12 x 18” print
(Painted with oily fingertips
Drumming on canvas
Like the sound of pattering rain.)
Eventide, twilight, limbo
Perhaps forever
Alonely
Making our way
Through the darkness
Not knowing
What might wait
Beyond the tangled trees
Available as an 12 x 18” print