inky black raspberry

in the moistened land of sleep we shall find what we seek

48″ x 60″

Acrylic, Oil and Graphite on Canvas

Although this piece in currently in flux, and as yet unfinished, I felt the urge to share…

joy and sorrow unite to fill my heart with the peace of god

48″ x 60″

acrylic on canvas

the past is an empty, empty cage

24″ x 24″

acrylic on canvas

Through her suffering,

she’ll forge a tempered Peace – Immoveable and Hers, in equal measure.

Then, tethered to the strength of Mars

march,

march she will

into the Blackened, Sweet Bliss

at the centre of her being

And there,

there

in the beauty of such breath-stealing chaos,

there she will build a universe.

24″ x 24″

acrylic on canvas

how is it possible

that 29 and one half years

have gone?

This vague sense of passing seems at once

forever,

forever and a moment mere.

on the wings of a black dove, my morning approaches

24″ x 24″ x 1.5″

acrylic on prepared canvas

I await  you, silent sunrise, albeit with reluctance

for you steal away my dreams

strip away my dark blankets of sleep and

inspire my lungs with

a breath all of their own

whether they wish it so

or not.

Black doves beat their Death inside my heart but

I know

they’ll come again

when the moon turns tides in her own silent hour.

"never let go of your childish enthusiasm" he said.

my heart's periphery plays the most decadent music

36″ x 36″ x 1.5″

acrylic on prepared canvas

do you believe in a beauty

so deep – nestled inside your vena

cava.

pump pump pumping out the nightwaves

it’s rapture communing with the stars and

though there are many voices surrounding your choices

only YOU know the way,

you do.

12″ x 12″

acrylic on canvas

may my paint, one day, set me free.

acrylic  – 60cm x 80cm

Bound am I by my ability to paint and yet, paint I must, in pursuit of that something

something

so satisfying and necessary and grand. May the spookey

and the lovey never separate

and

forever be forged as

a whole, belonging together on one single face.

To Thiebaud, to Kahlo, to Imre, that a higlight in any coulour may still be a higlight

as long as the value sees parallel.