From Realism to Abstraction
(Click to enlarge) (Click to enlarge) Welcome to samples of my work in various art forms showcasing “Eye-locks and Other Fearsome Things.” “Eye-locks” is a Bipolar/Asperger’s memoir in narrative form...
View ArticleMeditation in Green
(Click to enlarge) Welcome to samples of my work in various art forms showcasing “Eye-locks and Other Fearsome Things.” “Eye-locks” is a Bipolar/Asperger’s memoir in narrative form that describes the...
View ArticleBlue Hills, Magenta Sky Reflected
(Click to enlarge) Welcome to samples of my work in various art forms showcasing “Eye-locks and Other Fearsome Things.” “Eye-locks” is a Bipolar/Asperger’s memoir in narrative form that describes the...
View ArticleMandatory Two Week Break from Blogging… and Most Other Things… Doctor’s Orders…
So,,, being Bipolar means sometimes you are manic and sometimes you are depressed and sometimes you are both. And sometimes you need to stop the stimulation from so many things and get threatened with...
View ArticleInformal Show… paintings and photographs
In May the art work below will be going to Michael’s home for homeless and street children in Kampala, Uganda, The Makindye Foundation. For more picture links and information on donations etc. click...
View ArticleStar Blossoms
“When you find that your soul, your heart, every wisp of inspiration, every speck of the vast blue sky and its shining star blossoms, the mountains, the earth, the whipporwill and the bluebells are...
View ArticleThe Edge of Winter
It is an overcast day. Brightly colored birds stand out like jewels in the greyness. The winter birds– jays and cardinals, juncos, black-capped chickadees, white-breasted nuthatches and downy...
View ArticleThe New Year…
Now in embryonic form on New Year’s Eve… the revelrie amidst destruction, the drunken hopes in a dying world, the hoopla scares me… it is premature… what will the New Year bring? Hope it brings peace…...
View ArticleThe Wave in the Ocean (adapted from a talk given by Swami Sarvapriyananda)
A wave floating upon the ocean of conciousness I know the end is near for I see the shore ahead upon which I will crash and become droplets of ocean spray flying way up high in the sky only to fall to...
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