My paintings celebrate the beauty and power of nature, and the interconnectedness of all that exists. I’m as inspired by trees, animals, rocks, and flowers, as by nature’s ability to continually remix everything in cycles of growth, change, decay, and renewal.
Intrigued by the similarities between atoms and solar systems, I’ve learned to envision the cosmos as an entangled web of wave/particle fractals, as units of varying scale, with similar dynamics, comprising and enveloping each other.
My current project is a film portraying similarities between micro and macro particle dynamics, and their joint resemblance to life processes such as self assembly, neurobiology, computation, and dreaming phases; it also introduces original theories of black holes, particle production, and worm planes.
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Chico Art Center, Chico, CA. in August/September, 2021 for an invitational exhibition of Northern California visionary artists: Visionary Art Legacy . All are Welcome.
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70% of proceeds from the sale of this painting, Calla Lillies will be donated to The Sunrise Organization.
70% of proceeds from the sale of this painting, Loom, will be donated to Greenpeace.
70% of proceeds from the sale of this painting, Stolen Lives, will be donated to Prison Radio.
During a shamanic journey guided by Raif (Zephyr) Greco, reiki master and drummer extraordinaire, this octopus taught and guided me as we danced in the sea. When people are stressed and depressed about their jobs, home lives and general lack of freedom and leisure, they can sometimes seem to be living partial deaths. Future beings could evolve into more humane societies that foster joy, meaningful contribution, arts, and personal development. Mike reentered his math class to find that during his absence the other students and teacher had decorated the classroom with pictures of the white bird, which had long disturbed him. A vision once inside my eyelids. A fleeting vision I dreamed I had smuggled several items and small animals back from Bolivia. After most of them had rolled or scampered off into the landscape, an egg remained and was just starting to hatch. One each of many different bird species had come, as if emmissaries, to witness the emergence of this new species of bird.
A reward is offered for locating this painting, last seen in Portland, Oregon, if finding it leads to documentation. In this dream, the world had become so crowded that many people had no space in which to move around. When the tide went out they moved about on the beach, going about their business, enjoying that part of their lives. When the tide came in they moved uphill, back into the town, and again there was standing room only. In a lucid dream this tree fern was modeling for me, changing poses with its fronds by my telepathic cue, while I memorized the poses to paint later. I cued the treefern to change its fronds into feathers. It began to do so, but just then some people entered the scene and the tree fern, protective of its magical powers, ceased mutating its fronds into feathers. On a road in a dream I came upon this scene while escaping through the woods from a prison camp. Uphill among the trees women worked in sweatshops; downhill was the prison. In a dream, my landlord and I walked through these ruins looking for a comfortable place to sit and talk and smoke. After hours of insomnia, while transitioning into REM sleep, part of my mind was still conscious, as another part was beginning to dream, so I watched hypnagogic images coalescing from flashes of light and colorful swirls, changing into representational forms, and dissipating back into colors and swirls. The ability to see objects’ properties independently of their environment, such as recognizing parallel lines among a series of near-parallel lines, may be a function of the corpus callosum. Hanging on a gallery wall in a dream. This painting had won a prize – seventeen dollars. The caretaker of a saltwater(?) aquarium was refilling the tank and forgot, or didn’t care, that he had already added (salt) to the water, and added some more. The fish, sensing that they were now poisoned and doomed, began to indiscriminately eat each other whole. Some were eating fish so large that they died in the process. I reached in and poked the back of a large pudgy fish, so it regurgitated another fish it had nearly swallowed. One small fish was hiding in a crevice under a rock, knowing it would soon die of contaminated water, or be eaten. I added fresh water to the tank to dilute the poison, though probably too late. I don’t remember the rest of the dream, just this hypnopompic image right before waking up. In this dream the water was amazingly clear. Perhaps the big bang was preceded by a long quantum, pre-cosmic gestation. Small particles by default clump together into larger particles. Each benefits from the other. Finishing this painting I had a sense of having hit rock bottom so hard as to have popped out the other side. A painting by Telmo Leon was the basis for the crucible in this painting. The Inca of Moray, Peru planted the same crops at numerous tiered levels in concentric rings descending into the earth in order to discover the climatic conditions at which each crop would flourish. This Bolivian road is said to be the most dangerous in South America due to its sheer drop and frequently muddy conditions. For many it’s the most beautiful road they’ve ever seen. He killed her, then died because there was no one to take care of him. Everything must eventually become something else. As life ends in death, so does death bring new life. A mummy from a Tihuanaco, Bolivia museum passes Coroico’s misty hills and a hogan by Lake Titicaca. Many peoples believe that the deceased’s spirits depart toward the setting sun, and so may locate the door of a tomb, however small, at the west. I made the sketch for this painting in the dark outside of Cusco, Peru. This painting was inspired by a scene in Luis Bunuel’s film of the same name. The distinction between energy and mass varies with the scale of observation. A huge observer might perceive a solar system as a fast-spinning particle. A loose remix of Antionio (Canaletto) Canale’s original painting. As sea levels rose, amphibians were among the first to perish en masse. My first still life painting. During a Laotian thunderstorm, rain fell so hard onto banana leaves outside the open window, and touchably close, that large raindrops bounced into the room almost sideways. Some people will play chess for hours. “His thoughts churned like the amorphous thing that ancient sailors called the Sea Lung; a heaving sludge of ice under fog where air blurred into water, where liquid was solid, where solids dissolved, where the sky froze and light and dark muddled.” E. Annie Proulx,The Shipping News A river in central Laos flows through caves and tunnels underneath a mountain to the other side. A painting by Telmo Leon inspired the vase in this scene. An injury to anyone taints the injurer. Creativity and imagination generally occur in the right side of the brain, which controls the left side of the body. Artist, poets, dreamers and other right-brain-dominant people can easily feel stranded and unsupported in our left-brain-dominant culture. This painting is dedicated to Mumia Abu Jamal. Mass incarceration is a crime against humanity. Groups who traditionally rival each other often unite to protect themselves from a common oppressor. We knew where this was going. In this nurturing and dangerous world, accidents of birth, resources, geology, climate, and other factors determine whether we flourish or wither, live or die. Our aqueous bodies respond to exterior forces, such as the moon’s pull, or electrical currents. When we lead diverse lives, attending to different inputs and forces, we lose vibrational community. Though we share physical space, our humours diverge. Mass consists of webs of vibrations, with smaller particles enveloped by larger particles, with each layer providing an energetic substrate for the next larger layer. The wave nature of matter is perceived differently by observers of different scale and sensorium. In a dream a hole had been cut into the ceiling of my studio – a grave that opened to the outside, as if I were underground. Friends and family dropped earth and flowers into the grave not seeming to notice my studio below. Cosmic elements are full of complex, convoluted math. Particles implode and explode, then through dust they find their way back to replicas of their former selves. The cosmos may be rife with life. Liquid water, nitrogen, and other fluids provide environments in which life is likely to arise.
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