Wyrd Place

Progression of the Sunflower Mandala

Adventures in Chalk

"There are a lot of really sweet people there who are doing lovely things, but no one really feels good about where they are."
"There are a lot of really sweet people there who are doing lovely things, but no one really feels good about where they are."

Last painting of 2012. First pieces of the new year.

"I believe that magic is art, and that art, whether that be music, writing, sculpture, or any other form, is literally magic. Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images, to achieve changes in consciousness… Indeed to cast a spell is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change people’s consciousness, and this is why I believe that an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world to a shaman." -Alan Moore

Coachella Valley. Circa 2012

Coachella Valley. Circa 2012

Being Nocturnal, Unemployed, and Human in the Desert, in the summer…

Days and Nights bleed into one

And I see things as they really are.

Gas Stations, Supermarkets, Fast Food,

Our dark highway beacons-

Where dilated pupils roam.

Neon lights up the night:

“Quick, Run and Hide!

The Sun’s about to Rise!”

When it’s 100 degrees and counting outside.

The world’s burning up

And I’m burning out:

Out of $$$

Out of options

Out of patience

Out of time…

The Cycles of my bodily functions hold time together:

Eat. Drink.

Piss and Shit it out.

Menstruate Masturbate Sleep.

“Hooray! I found something to fill out my day!”

The Cycles of the moon and star showers plant my feet on the ground,

Holding time and space together.

Those Star Showers!

They ooze across the sky like a fucking flare gun

A chunk of Molten Rock burns brightly

Off screaming boldly into Hell

Into nowhere space

BURNS OUT

A magnificent death.

All so that I,

The gaping naked ape, loitering beside the parked car,

Could look up into the night abyss and say:

“Hey- I just saw a shooting star.”

Nocturnal Vision

Nocturnal Vision

Mother

Mother

Mother

Why Mommy Why

Mommy Mom Mom Mom

Mom Mom Mom

Why Mom Why

Mom.

Why bird why fly

Why blue why sky

Why school why house why desert

Why Dad

Why Mom Why.

Why baby why dirty why clothes

Why clean

Why bed why night why sleep

Why dream

Why Mom Why. 

Why yell why hit

Why quiet be quiet!

Why girls why boys

Why virgin why slut

Why God why Devil

Why apostle Paul why Jesus

Why pray

Why church why cry why shame

Why Mom why.

Why TV why music

Why Beatles why records

Why money why cars why job

Why friends why lovers

Why mom why.

Why smile why laugh

Why mouth why eyes

Why finger why hand

Why woman why man

Why husband why wife

Why breathing why life

Why old why young

Why die

Why here

Why move why stay

Why you

Why Mom Why.

Mom?

When you stare into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you..

When you stare into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back into you..