The Arialist

vuner abilities

should i blame it on a thyroid condition?
that's what my relatives do,
eyes bugging, the flush, shifty feet,
stammering, and making you glance away.
dryness; and the caboose comes undone.

Homestead

Once upon a time, my Pops, Rogue Housebuilder Extrodinaire, met these English kids from Fugue Films.  They thought he was interesting, so they made a movie about him.  If you'd like a copy to screen, or want to watch it with me sometime in the South East region, ring 865 206 6190

Kali

A late afternoon in September,
doors and windows open,
and shadows all sideways.
The way I love to look at.
Pine needles are falling like tinydaggers
doubled and sharing the middle.
Monstrous, all these heaving groans.
See,
the trees have only each other to lean on,
and they are dreadful at the top.
They frame a left-over obtuse blue;
milky and powdered
with an orange grey wickedness.
I could feel it coming fast and close.
Impressed, I waited and listened, waited for its arrival.
That gurgle of atmosphere, it's inexorable digestion,
and everything that comes around sometime.
Not that I told you so.                Or anything.
So distracted, I rested,
and the pines calmed a bit, unsated.

work in progress

3.5x5 ft. oil on canvas,
work in progress
The monster battle, or the ridiculous and the fearful.  The beginning of a series of subtle figurative gestures.  Been thinking alot about body language, and the unsaid, and left-overs.  This painting started 4 years ago, based on a photo taken during a Host Monster Battle.

And then, a left-over silly tired monster waiting it's turn patiently.
4x6 ft. oil on canvas,
work in progress