"I Wonder if I ever Cross Your Mind" 11"x14" oil on masonite panel

Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the timeSOLD


Can't Go Back Now 20x16 oil on masonite

Yesterday when you were young
everything you needed done
was done for you now you do
it on your own but you find
your all alone what can you do

you[you] and me[me]
walk on, walk on, walk on
cause you cant go back now

you know there will be days
when your so tired that you cant
take another step
now you will have no stars
and you'll think you've
gone as far as you'll ever get

you[you],and me[me]
walk on, walk on, walk on
cause you cant go back now

go where you want to go
yeah, yeah
be what you want to be
if you ever turn around you'll
see me

i can't really say why everybody
wishes they were some where else
but in the end the only steps that
matter are the ones you take all
by yourself

and you[you],and me[me]
walk on, walk on, walk on
yeah,you[you],and me[me]
walk on, walk on, walk on
cause you cant go back now
walk on, walk on, walk on
cause you can't go back now


"Angel Standing By"

"Angel Standing By" 11"x14" oil on masonite panel
As the song goes:

All through the night I'll be watching over you
And all through the night I'll be standing over you
And through bad dreams I'll be right there baby
telling you everything's going to be alright
When you cry I'll be there baby
telling you were never nothing less than beautiful
So don't you worry
I'm your angel standing by

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Honey and Salt 14"x11" oil on panel

Honey and Salt
Carl Sandburg

A bag of tricks—is it?
And a game smoothies play?
If you’re good with a deck of cards
or rolling the bones—that helps?
If you can tell jokes and be a chum
and make an impression—that helps?
When boy meets girl or girl meets boy—
what helps?
They all help: be cozy but not too cozy:
be shy, bashful, mysterious, yet only so-so:
then forget everything you ever heard about love
for it’s a summer tan and a winter windburn
and it comes as weather comes and you can’t change it:
it comes like your face came to you, like your legs came
and the way you walk, talk, hold your head and hands—
and nothing can be done about it—you wait and pray.
Is there any way of measuring love?
Yes but not till long afterward
when the beat of your heart has gone
many miles, far into the big numbers.
Is the key to love in passion, knowledge, affection?
All three—along with moonlight, roses, groceries,
givings and forgivings, gettings and forgettings,
keepsakes and room rent,
pearls of memory along with ham and eggs.
Can love be locked away and kept hid?
Yes and it gathers dust and mildew
and shrivels itself in shadows
unless it learns the sun can help,
snow, rain, storms can help—
birds in their one-room family nests
shaken by winds cruel and crazy—
they can all help:
lock not away your love nor keep it hid.
How comes the first sign of love?
In a chill, in a personal sweat,
in a you-and-me, us, us two,
in a couple of answers,
an amethyst haze on the horizon,
two dance programs criss-crossed,
jackknifed initials interwoven,
five fresh violets lost in sea salt,
birds flying at single big moments
in and out a thousand windows,
a horse, two horses, many horses,
a silver ring, a brass cry,
a golden gong going ong ong ong-ng-ng,
pink doors closing one by one
to sunset nightsongs along the west,
shafts and handles of stars,
folds of moonmist curtains,
winding and unwinding wisps of fogmist.

How long does love last?
As long as glass bubbles handled with care
or two hot-house orchids in a blizzard
or one solid immovable steel anvil
tempered in sure inexorable welding—
or again love might last as
six snowflakes, six hexagonal snowflakes,
six floating hexagonal flakes of snow
or the oaths between hydrogen and oxygen
in one cup of spring water
or the eyes of bucks and does
or two wishes riding on the back of a
morning wind in winter
or one corner of an ancient tabernacle
held sacred for personal devotions
or dust yes dust in a little solemn heap
played on by changing winds.
There are sanctuaries holding honey and salt.
There are those who spill and spend.
There are those who search and save.
And love may be a quest with silence and content.
Can you buy love?
Sure every day with money, clothes, candy,
with promises, flowers, big-talk,
with laughter, sweet-talk, lies,
every day men and women buy love
and take it away and things happen
and they study about it
and the longer they look at it
the more it isn’t love they bought at all:
bought love is a guaranteed imitation.

Can you sell love?
Yes you can sell it and take the price
and think it over
and look again at the price
and cry and cry to yourself
and wonder who was selling what and why.
Evensong lights floating black night water,
a lagoon of stars washed in velvet shadows,
a great storm cry from white sea-horses—
these moments cost beyond all prices.

Bidden or unbidden? how comes love?
Both bidden and unbidden, a sneak and a shadow,
a dawn in a doorway throwing a dazzle
or a sash of light in a blue fog,
a slow blinking of two red lanterns in river mist
or a deep smoke winding one hump of a mountain
and the smoke becomes a smoke known to your own
twisted individual garments:
the winding of it gets into your walk, your hands,
your face and eyes.

Another Nail in My Heart 8"x20"

"Another Nail in My Heart" oil on panel 8"x20"
Galkyd medium mixed with burnt umber paint applied with a rag.
Drawing done with burnt umber paint and a sable brush. I wiped out the lights with a rag and some paint thinner.
Galkyd and thin washy layer of main colors and values. Then I let it tack up or dry just a bit. Galkyd medium speeds the drying and makes a nice stable underpainting.
Thicker layers of paint and then working out subtle stuff with some sable brushes.
The finished painting.


The Hustle 11"x14" oil on masonite panel


Did the 1970's really happen? Were the styles distinct and interesting? Leisure suits and Cadillacs were the rage. So it goes. . .
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SNIKT! Painting of Wolverine from a full page comic.

This is a page from "Wolverine" comics that I did a painting of in oil. I'm including the actual page that it was painted from. I'm just indulging my inner child wanting to not so secretly be a comic book artist. This is oil on Masonite panel and the size (20"x16")

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"The Curious One," oil on linen 9"x12"

"The Curious One," oil on linen 9"x12"
It's meant to be a conversation piece, a sort of Rorschach test in which you make up a story about what is happening in the picture.
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Something Wicked This Way Comes, oil on birch panel 11.75"x24"

This painting is inspired by the Ray Bradbury story "Something Wicked This Way Comes," but also a bit by the show "Carnivale."

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Aftermath, oil on linen 9"x12"

Here's a step by step of a painting I did today. I've already posted it for sale on Etsy for $130. Please visit my page:

Here's the underdrawing. I did with a 30% grey marker. Next, I coated the canvas with burnt umber.

Next I wiped out the light areas with a q-tip and a rag.Next I rested the darks with more burnt umber mixed with a touch of lamp black.

The rest of the painting was done with a palette of cadmium yellow, cadmium orange, and white.


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Dave Atonement, charcoal pencil on paper 12"x9" $40

Sandy Beach, charcoal pencil on paper 12"x9" $40

Chastity Beldt, charcoal pencil on paper 12"x9" $40

Ivan Biggun, charcoal pencil on paper 12"x9" $40