His painted universe

This man with his painted universe is all I was ever going to be.

This is now acceptable even with the years counting down with uncertainty at every corner. As a child I had recurring dreams of the deepest blackest space and the occasional massive singularly lit colored geometric construction coasting through. The imagination has been my guiding polestar as a consequence.

Dukkha Sukha - Journey of the HouseHead

A video on my Youtube channel that uses humor, pathos and buddhist writings to describe some of my journey here in the desert of Twentynine Palms CA. Using the costume of the HouseHead allows the abstraction and non objectivization of my experience.

Star Dream Memories

Star Dream Memory

I remember the moment of grace as she entered this place

her smile heart gathers the force of the emptiness

that surrounds the vessel of the opening world

receiving the grace the hands open widely stretched

upon the cross of the heart

I remember this moment forever etched into mind

criss cross into the blue sky

Peace remembers her name as she enters the room

the light radiates from ports of the emptiness that awaits

receive the lines that envelop the heart to forever engage

the forgotten heart

I remember this message that you brought

from your room that held your memories

I remember your smile that had a light of ten thousand suns

I remember your gaze that held a million stars

I remember your eyes that held a world in joy

I remember your touch that felt as the heart was forever

I remember your heart of a piece of a memory alive

I remember this moment with you deeply loved

I remember this moment of you the forever loved

her smile heart gathers force of the emptiness

that surrounds the world

She receives the grace the hands open widely stretched

upon the cross of of her heart

I remember this moment forever etched into lines

criss crossed into the folding blue sky

Peace remembers her name as she enters this space

the light radiates from the emptiness

that waits

 

Crystal Barnacles in Space

I wrote these words during the initial stages of the covid pandemic and fused them to music and now video

Crystal Barnacles in Space

Caught into another realm shifts of light out of promise of another world

undertaking out of logic peace folds away from galaxies

and sounds unheard sunlight wraps from the eastern world

torn curtain of veils blue castigating from lips unspoken of the other world

history taken down on ledges unwritten eggs cracked on unconsciousness

parallel universe recorded on cassettes that run off the edges

turquoise principles spindles collide the circle collapses smash minds orbit

no sound phone smart disaster unleashing despair floats into black space

no one will hear the sighs of insects disturbed out of life

the dying chamber holds up three fingers

fright keeps the tiller exposed

floating with blackness freedom from fools and fear incumbent

robbed of promise of another love the grace of remembrance of a goodness

coyote laughin in the night with the changing moonlight

the dark has no shadow casting upon rocks in the sea

dancing she loves the crystals are growing with uncertainty encroaching

starlight is vibration on the shaking rolling nonsuch

receive it now the distant parameter spinning out of mind as jade cracks

the lung takes air into another dimension emotional grace is lost

another place rising dust settles on black box

no matter now it won’t save you hair shirts and gaze into space

the last reckoning fears spend joy of free will unsuspended

punctuating a longing for peace and tranquility dislodged amber strokes at midnight

the orbits of another universe folding and careening out of a place

undefined by intelligent action ice bullet that speaks of cold passed past compassion

a mind lost of fear waste into space you have lost your path you have lost your way

anger and fear rises creativity is crushed apparitions of the mind sequestered in the hillside

crazy cries echo upon shifting pools of reflection

distance measured into watches melting on zebra lines

horses ride into the caverns of turquoise and copper

Auld Lang Syne plays from wooden ships that harbor into the copper space

meant as another offering and place for a gathering

black lines converge from another chamber trauma released fear ungrasps another victim

moon settles in in the valleys unseen form a species that have been distinguished

from fools that decide with money and lies lost what is lost to them

the bride screams there the baby is carried from the crib

eternity unfolding shifting stars crash into the sea

the hand raises enough has been destroyed into me

sounds silence deafening roar into black

so much fear it rattles the mind small lies and illusion

clear now the planets float riding upon the smallest uncertainties

reflections discarded on the highway

rotting carcasses in the next town cries for the justice as the pain floats

orbit the saturn becomes blue golden stars from dead spheres

spinning from ash and dust and kindnesses upon us

grace of moments unleashed the breath at last unforgotten

love unveiling trumpets wailing sighs longing perceptions unyielding

baby golden baby astral rejoicing the stars unfolding

Finding Sanctuary among the Molecules

Radiant an offering

Tomorrow the embers of the chalice

now forgotten in memory

live in the code

rising and hurtling

through the blackest space

to your eyes mind

for you are

forever alive

in some form

Was love given

Alive she does what she needs to do

brilliant light she carries across the threshold

mystery it is as it always was

love given

and returned

Blue Sun

The blue sun etches
upon the horizon
as the lover
finds his realization
of what it was
that he loved
most of all

Sanctuary among the spheres

Sanctuary among the spheres as we float

never ending the trail is ours

whether we want it or not

The Electric Eye

Electric falling to another room in my mind as we bounce from one precarious dubious position to another

The drifter slowly finds his only way out

He departs on tangles of threads intertwined with desire

longing for another place to reconsider

all possibilities of redemption and acceptance

Reaching for compassion


The hand reaches out



the hand reaches out

into the place where I know nothing

finding a rough granite on my skin

reminding me of my death and love

of this most perfect awful structure

that will encompass me into its black folds


the hand reaches out into the ink that blots out my

life with one sure stroke

washing down the tears of my memory of you

and I


the hand reaches out for one last moment

as the stars wrap their gaze upon me


Entering into the sublime dance with time and its non existence.

The Fallen

The blue folder cascades from lips

That sealed are brought to bear

And released unto fathomless

Shafts of wheatstraw


Where has the fallen shadow

Gone to learn from

The master


Who is licking rock

And spitting embers of fire


I will dance to the last frame 

Remember it those steps taken

To another fall

Of grace


So the pattern of hand to mouth

Tools slung over leather pouches

Tongs lit with red coal

Secured in leather countenance


Have brought to bear

Those faults and crevasses

Of logic and despair

Fear has brought me here


To analyze this last cough 

Of desire

And memory of passion

And fruit


That laid heavy on your

Limbs

Waiting for the suckling

And touch at dark


While the sheets were

scented with salt and

Movements at dark light


So blue but umber

In the hue

Faint but recollect

This my spring

 my loss



Portrait of a younger artist

Portrait of this artist as a much younger man. As far as my life goes I have tried to always move forward no matter the stumbles and fallings. He creates to ferry through the shadows and find sanctuary in the heart. He is older now with gray hair and still the desire to create something alive and real is the path.