Original’s & Mixed Media
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Thorns of Love
c. 2020 Acrylic on paper ~ 24 x 30 in w/ Frame
Behind all beauty, there awaits a sting
Blind can we be to what the unknown can bring
Sincerity; a conclusion drawn from a prick
Adherance allows it to stick
Insignificant, one migh view a scratch
Unaware the transport may not match
True adoration gains knowledgefrom a score
That which infatuation would abhor
Spikes can be many or few
Some hidden; others in plain view
Soft and smooth is the appearance of a quill
Opposite of how it can feel
Thorns of love convey pleasure and pain
The latter, radiance fails to explain -
Marriage of the Mind
c. 2019 Acrylic on paper ~ 22.5 x 22.5 in w/Frame
Incessantly, I’m occupied with endless thoughts
Habitually, I fill up the slots
Permitting myself continuous pacing
Darkness, doesn’t stop the racing
All enters with or without reason
To self, I subject treason
Unable to eliminate the distraction
I am my own attraction
Even when elusion I attempt
My subconscious does pre-empt
A slave I’ve become, how strong the bond
To this, I’m anything but fond
As I cry out for vacant space
Pain fills the one likely place
Will this monotony ever cease
Does the possibility exist; to achieve peace
Baffling is this Marriage of the Mind
Even the culprit is blind -
Passato
c. 2020 Acrylic on paper ~ 7.5 in w/Frame
The past does not dictate the future: or define the character
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Presente
c. 2019 Acrylic on paper ~ 7.5 in w/Frame
The present depicts what is; not what was or is yet to be
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The Awakening
c. 2019 Acrylic on paper ~ 44 x 36 in w/Frame
The inner voice calls, as silence stirs awaiting a response
Like a candle slowly burning in a solitary sconce
A vague inclination is followed with a sigh
Leaving a lingering thought; was that a missed opportunity or a reply
Passivity is no longer contented by the attention it once received
As the urge for change arises, all that’s routine
becomes more difficult to concede
The slumber is ending; complacency will soon
no longer exist
Now is the time to rise, this moment is not be missed
Once all is unveiled there is no turning back
The Awakening within will have a permanent impact -
Sole Judgement
c. 2018 Acrylic on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s available)
Confounding is the journey of life; the navigation varies
Surprising is the load each of us carries
Unwarranted is a passage usually not traveled by choice
It’s known to instill lingering fear, and suppress the voice
Ever changing is the direction of the wanderer
Always ready are they, when the need to move on may occur
The road refined is attained by patience and diligence
Long and narrow; though worth the expense
Affluent may appear to be easy with no obstacles along the way
Yet occurrences are unavoidable, regardless of
what wealth may portray
Humility leads to the route of gratitude
Discovered when selflessness one can exude
When on a desolate path; forgotten can be the incited feeling
Any form of rescue may appear appealing
Lost and found is a familiar avenue
Once redirected, it becomes easier to navigate through
Entitled to all are their thoughts and views
Though there’s no room to impose them on another, unless you’ve walked in their shoes
One should closely examine their intent
Before making a Sole Judgement -
Scrivi Liberamente
c. 2018 Acrylic on paper ~ 11 x 14 in w/Frame
Lines integrated as threads; woven into the fabric of communication
A vivid form of articulation
A blocked mind is like a clogged artery, barring any flow
Reminding us; the subconscious can be Friend or Foe
Words stir the senses, and are useless when suppressed
Full effect is realized, when allowed to manifest
Considered random, surface or profound
Each hold the ability to astound
Inscribe… compose… emit…, continuously release
Evade all encumbrances; resist the urge to cease
Value every pattern of thought
Write freely; from a linguistic string to a blot -
In Memoria Di
c. 2018 Acrylic on paper ~ 31.5 x 27.5 in w/Frame
Behold this depiction of inhalation Transcending into expiration
Symbolized in a metaphorical way
Allowing for the opportunity to theoretically convey
Demise is two fold, while it’s arrival is a certainty
when is never known; it’s always impromptu
Once the acquaintance has been made
Unforeseeable, is the response it will draw from you
It could be comparable to an open wound which refuses to heal; or a scar indicating acceptance substituted the pain
Endless, are the words to describe the sentiments that remain
Solace, surfaces when one least expects
as do the recollections, the heart protects
Beauty and fragility prevail within this timeless piece
Poignant is the act, to surrender and release
In the absence of the ones we’ve lost and love Eternally, in memory of -
Forza
c. 2018 Acrylic on paper ~ 9 in w/Frame
Beckoned in moments of adversity and elation
Doubt and belief contribute to the allocation
A non-appearance does not admit defeat
Every due season holds a space for retreat
Vital is the measure, based on the need
Permanence; ranks above speed
Crucial is the extent of trust
Acknowledgment; a must
Often marginalized in reference to my ability
I am strength; don’t underestimate me -
Fiducia
c. 2018 Acrylic on paper ~ 8 x 10 w/Frame
Requires an extended time to build and only mere seconds to break
Be it by intent or mistake
A distinct observance of actions and words take place
Once unkept, they’re not easily erased
Loyalty builds an upward stairway, not slanted
Grace, should never be taken for granted
Varied are the levels in which I’m found
The stronger the bond, the more profound
Solidified, when respected and discerned
I am trust; only given when earned -
The Instrument Within
c. 2018 Acrylic on paper ~ 32 x 24 in w/Frame
Slowly it releases a familiar melody
Could be that of exuberance or melancholy
Possesses the ability to play a rather rhythmic sound
Yet at any second, may choose to be profound
Ranges go from tantalizing to dreary
Circumstance determines this theory
Capable of quite a remarkable composition
Usually delivered when not in transition
Sophisticated notes are delivered with clarity
Occasionally; plays off key
Known to be simple, though also complicated
Authenticity is always demonstrated
Now unveiled is this instrument from within
The outline bears resemblance to an incomparable violin -
Par Avion
c. 2016 Acrylic on paper ~ 46.5 x 38.5 in w/Frame
Excerpts which originated from a soul’s inner passion
Have been taken and transcribed in an illustrative fashion
A few of the pages hold a single or dual word;
while others portray sayings that are incomplete
While worn stationary gives the appearance of old, the articulations are far from being obsolete
Suspended beneath, are also void sheets anticipating the looming affliction of ink
Unmarked they shall remain, till the mind and heart sync
Detained momentarily they’ll be, to allow a close up view
Then subsequently from afar, once this anthology makes its adieu
Picture your own musings, made known and
dispersed to a dependable source
What feelings would it evoke knowing, they failed to follow their intended course
This novelist has no qualms for there is no
prearranged addressee or location in mind
Not to mention, each sheet is intentionally left unsigned
Left to the viewers discernment, is each sheet shown
No inhibitions on this delivery of Par Avion -
The Red Poet
c. 2017 Acrylic on paper ~ 22.5 x 13 in
Blood shed thoughts and words
Some sharp as knives, others sweet as curds
Intensity runs through the veins, flowing like ink
Ones abstract view, living on the brink
Cursive and straight, both are depicted
Executed from the heart, leaves the paper inflicted
Stained with mental torment and passion
Stanzas vary in ornate fashion
Whether open or written in solidarity
One can always comprehend the desire to be free
A spirit once cursed, bound and confined
Now liberated; existing beyond that outlined
Thee author is The Red Poet
Thy style; one can choose to swallow or spit -
Interlude
c. 2017 Acrylic on paper ~ 31.5 x 38 in w/Frame
Mute the noise which pervades the mind
Turn your back on the shadows of apprehension
Familiarity may lead you to be disinclined
Muse on the recollections which are in blind suspension
Immeasurable is this moment of decision making
Cloaked in darkness; emulating the night
Unaware of the separation, between the tag and the string
Or the fluttering of the moth in flight
Removed from sight and sound to conclude
A need for an Interlude -
Checkmate
c. 2015 Acrylic on paper ~ 18 x 22.5 in w/Frame
Trying to maintain balance in the midst of abstractions
And cultivate optimistic reactions
Seizing time to pause and reflect is what’s required
It assist’s in achieving the goal that’s desired
Strategy requires more than just movements
across the board
Preserve strength for what you’re moving toward
Disassociate from any visible interference
Bond solely to adherence
Block the opponents throughout the course
Humbly; to avoid remorse
Don’t overlook the notion to improvise
The main purpose is to checkmate the obstacles which arise -
MeltDown
c. 2015 Acrylic on paper ~ 20 x 26 in w/Frame
Baffled by the direction in which things are headed
All potential decisions are now dreaded
What appeared to be sound choices have gone askew
Causing a lack of confidence to accrue
Another possibility must exist
For there’s a longing to persist
Following a moment of stillness and mediation
A sigh of relief allows for renewed concentration
The meltdown has surpassed; for poise was regained
Strength of mind has now been attained -
Emerging Thoughts
c. 2015 Acrylic and Graphite on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s Only)
Unzip the corridor with no hesitation
Don’t allow room for contemplation
Willingly permit all feelings to rise
Resist the urge to suppress or compartmentalize
For liberation awaits the soul to be
Inclined to display transparency
Observe as they connect and circulate
For each represent a distinct trait
Some appear to be bold, while others are subdued
All gradually interchange with no interlude
These emerging thoughts are a profound sight
Exposing vulnerability and vigor while in flight -
Sworn to Secrecy II
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper ~ 8 x 10 in w/Frame
Bound are these lips, under lock and key
For they are “Sworn to Secrecy” -
Sworn to Secrecy III
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper ~ 8 x 10 in w/Frame
Lips held tight, unable to speak freely
For they are “Sworn to Secrecy” -
Sworn to Secrecy I
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s Only)
Under Oath, are these lips you see
For they are “Sworn to Secrecy” -
The Vessel
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper ~ 23 x 19 in w/Frame
A container filled with diverse content
Unsealed, allowing introspections to circumvent
The exposed topics provide a limited view
Leaving an open invitation to construe
For outward scrutiny will not mar or fade
The scruples in which the repository was made
Vast are the characteristics which further attest
To the validity of the heart, concealed in the chest
Insignificant is the appearance of the vessel
Revered is the interior, noted to be ethical -
Pages of Life XLVIII
c. 2013 Acrylic and Graphite on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s only)
A myriad of chapters bound by covers, and stacked in an illusory form
Condition’s vary from aerial, buoyant and submerged; none being the norm
Each symbolizes experiences disguised as
age-old publications
The significances stem from initial indications
Enthralling titles give a hint of what may be articulated inside
Though left to the viewer to discern all that’s implied
Together they’ve created this narrative sailing force
Though nothing is persuasive enough to deter the course
Some chronicles have been abandoned, and
others willingly let go of
While preferences were retrieved or reserved and stored above
Overflowing and thought-provoking these pages of life can be
Whether visible above or beneath the sea -
Pages of Life LI
c. 2014 Acrylic and Graphite on paper ~ 15 x 13 in w/Frame
Some chronicles have been abandoned, and others willingly let go of
While preferences were retrieved or reserved
and stored above -
Pages of Life LIII
c. 2014 Acrylic and Graphite on paper ~ 15 x 13 in w/Frame
Enthralling titles give a hint of what may be articulated inside
Though left to the viewer to discern all that’s implied -
Pages of Life LI ~ Mixed Media (Front view)
c. 2014 Artist Proof ~ 9 x7 in
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Pages of Life - Mixed Media (Spine view)
c. 2014 Acrylic on canvas ~ 9 in
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Pages of Life LI - Mixed Media (Back view)
c. 2014 Writing on paper ~ 9 x 7 in
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Pages of Life LIII - Mixed Media (Front view)
c. 2014 Artist Proof ~ 9 x7 in
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Pages of Life LIII - Mixed Media (Back view)
c. 2014 Writing on paper ~ 9 x 7 in
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Tempus Fugit III
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s available)
Once cast by the shadow delivered by the sun’s ray
Denoting Time Flies; apparent as it is lugged away -
Tempus Fugit II
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s available)
Directional symbols tactically placed to navigate the way
Implying Time Flies; evident as it is transported away -
Tempus Fugit I
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s available)
Intervals mechanically recorded in an ornamental display
Signifying Time Flies; obvious as it is carried away -
The Mind Released
c. 2014 Acrylic on paper SOLD (Limited Edition Giclee’s available)
Open the passageway with zero anticipation
Abandon any concept of concentration
Release all internal thoughts; let go
Acknowledging, they are beyond one’s control
The object here is to gain ultimate peace
While accepting the chaos will never seize
Perceiving all information as translucent
Fluttering freely; without immediate descent
The object being to maintain a continuous flight
Similar to; flying a kite
Hold loosely, and be prepared to set free
Step aside and enjoy the festivity
Embrace in its entirety, the ability in the very least
The illustration of, the mind released -
Moment of Despair
c. 2009 Acrylic on paper ~ 30 x 24 in w/Frame
Trapped in solitude, convinced I am alone
No one to listen; all are cold as stone
My head hangs low, gazing at the ground
Trees swaying in the wind, the only sound
Arms crossed over, thy chest is bare
The heart is yearning, though no one is there
My thoughts are like quicksand sucking me in
I must abandon the mind in order to win
Drowning in darkness, obscured is my sight
Preventing me, from seeing the light
Crippled by thy own reactions, unguarded am I
Every single emotion, is considered an ally
In order to survive these moments of despair
I must hang up the suit of “solitaire”