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It's Your Call

At least half is in how it's taken.
Who touches it, and where
One must remember that motives matter,
[hunger for meaning or unused time]
and so does the life that preceded the glance
[broken from labor or lost at home]
whether clutching shredded bits into gut like tentacles of anemone
or reassembling the whole under microscope
or shredding with aimless scalpel

I have no part in any
and all happens as it will.


"Her Head"
12" x 12"



At the Door



I blame Genesis 4 for this one.
It took me a good three hours to draw. I had fun with the slightly warped depth and perspective.

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A Tattoo Design—with Shakespeare

Trabeculae

You know it's going to be a good day when you've already made a piece of art you like by 8:00am.




Trabeculae, 5" x 7," scratchboard.

42 Hours


42 hours awake, one of them spent drawing this picture.
I made it on a series of flights to Managua, Nicaragua.

It’s a continuation of my Philippians series.




Scratchboard Rat

This is one of my first scratchboard pieces: it functioned more as practice than anything else.  It's surprising what a variety of values a scratchboard can yield.





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No Safety Net

rock bottom is bad,
but it's not so bad

remembering it is worse
looking down, seeing it far away
and knowing one could land there with one bad move
knowing one could damage many others with a single slip

rock bottom really isn't so bad

i've met orphans, like this one, who don't seem afraid
even though they have no safety net

or maybe they are afraid
or maybe they think they can't fall any farther down



This is a 15-minute charcoal sketch from a photograph I took in Mombasa.

See more charcoal portraits here.

Foot in Mouth

I admit it: this drawing is weird.


"Foot in the Mouth"

See more of my colored pencil drawings here.

Controlled chaos: "The Starvation for Home"


The Starvation for Home
3' x 4'
Acrylic on canvas
I really enjoyed making this painting—employing gravity and excessive amounts of messy watered-down paint.  I get a kick out of using destructive forces for constructive means.

I like hands, and I use them in art a lot.  You can see more paintings with them.

We are thirsty

They said they would give us water—so we came. We choked on dust, but we followed, our tongues hanging out in anticipation.

They gave us water. It came to us in shiny cups, glinting in the sunlight. We held out our hands, we held open our mouths.

But this water didn't quench our thirst.

This water cracked our dry lips, shriveled our tortured intestines.

Now we are more thirsty than before.

I have more portrait photography.  You can find it here.

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