Monday, November 26, 2007


I've been fascinated by the life of Francis Bacon for quite some time now. What attracts me to his work isn't so much his form but his darkness and the way he manipulates color. Clearly he's had a disturbing and difficult life and yet his work is on fire with emotion, pain and a myriad of other issues. I've decided to paint his portrait based around this photo of him. In this photo he is quite, well, strange, his face nearly disfigured.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007


My latest piece [unfinished] entitled 'The Holy Kingdom'

The photo of it isn't the best, but again, it's a work in progress. I'm happy to be doing my work again. I'm in a bit of a fickle as I am becoming more productive again, yet I am moving soon and I have to bring these pieces with me, and my work tends to be quite large, so space may be an issue as I am packing my trailer, alas, we'll see.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007


An epiphany, of sorts...

So here I've been, wasting a way my creative energies and for the longest time I haven't been able to figure out why. As I wrote in my last post, I've been living with my parents for quite some time, with plans on moving to Asheville NC, at the end of February.

As I've been sitting here at my computer for what seems like days on end, in attempt to find expression online, I've realized I've krept back in the closet, in a way. I am unable to be myself at my parent's house. I've had to lie about where I am going sometimes, not really talk about my personal life and live under the reality they've created. Because of this, my ability to express myself has been eclipsed. My photography has taken off because it's something that I can do out of the house, away from the end of their lives.

My art is my freedom, my complete freedom, and when I feel like I am not free, I unable to freely create. Just today as I sat around the house, I thought, "I'm going to get going on my work." The moment I started to prepare my space to work part of the house lost power. At that moment I had to suspend any plans and all the energy that I had just disappeared, and so hear I am, online being completely unproductive while the new pieces I have in my head, and the unfinished one on this easel lie in stasus.

I love my parents, truly, I'm not writing this to say, "it's all their fault." My parents are who they are. They've lived their lives, raised their children and are trying to just live day to day, work their jobs and enjoy a newly discovered happiness. The issue here is that the reality that they've created for themselves is far and away from the reality I live in, and yet, they are colliding and the result is a retreat to the closet, an eclipsed emersion from a cocoon that I lived in for most of my life.

My home, Asheville, NC, calls me.

Friday, November 02, 2007


Here is where I have been for 3 months. I am unable to finish this piece. I moved in with my parents and ALL of the creative energy I had has been wiped clean. When I am driving in the country I feel it, I want to do it, but when I arrive home, I want to do NOTHING. My tools are in the garage which is not heated and so finishing this piece feels like scrubbing baseboards, a complete chore.

My work is strong, my work has focus, my work is damn good in my opinion. I love my parents, but living with them is KILLING my creativity, they live such different lives and it's sucking the life out of me.

On the flip side, I am moving to Asheville, NC at the end of February and I am VERY excited. I will be able to reconnect with my good friend Aaron Tucker, someone I can say, is a friend I've since we were both teenagers. I am soo excited about the future, my art and how my life will change AGAIN.