Formerly Homeless Paintings

I am calling these paintings Formerly Homeless because they have not been shown before and seem, in many cases, to defy categorization and often stand alone, outliers that nonetheless pushed for expression and perhaps now merit the light. Many I have considered less than proficient enough to put out there for consideration but that reluctance to have them seen has recently lessened in favor of feeling able to let them go.

Some displayed are ideas or, in some cases, feeling states that I felt the need to externalize.

Others are portraits of loved ones or dear friends I was moved to fondly portray.

Several abstracts appear, some of which I don't consciously know much about or why they pushed for emergence, and some I do know more about, expressing ideas I hold, once held or speculated about.

The Little Church and Angel Over the Severn are fond remembrances of my Mother and Father.

The Wheel

The Wheel

This is about reincarnation, and the endless cycle of Life, Death, and Rebirth

Implicate

Implicate

I had been reading about Physicist David Bohm's concept of the Implicate and Explicate Orers, which he describes as a movement of waves that unfold and enfold throughout the whole of space. He feels everything is contained in this whole, which is the Implicate order, which is seamless and interconnected. This order then unfolds into the Explicate order in which everything seems separate.

I have a somewhat similar feeling as that, which is that nothing is nothing, no matter how small or seemingly invisible the particle, field, or wave, it's manifested physically in some way, and which forms a seamless interconnected whole throughout All That Is.

   

Death Approaches

Death Approaches

An inner image that thrust itself somewhat inadequately into form.

Drinking in a bar alone

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Drinking in a bar alone where no one knows your name is like lying in a graveyard wide awake. Words by Beautiful South.

   

Spotlight

Spotlight

I imagined a frightened girl child venturing out into the world from a two dimensional home, feeling all alone in the light fearing what seemed to her as a frightening, dark and fire filled beyond

Drinking in a bar alone

Silver Spring

This image was inspired by a Ursela Le Guin short story. Depicted is a 50 foot tall woman on the shoreline of a far distant planet

   

vapor-warrior

Vapor Warrior

A foray into gouache

   

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Chaos (Black) flows into the Divine ground of Being (white). Above, the human collective unconscious flows upwards, into all forms diverse and varied. Time flows both ways through the manifest and the unconscious.

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I kind of like it but unsure of the symbolism aside from the obvious. I had the first female figure on the left in mind and the male figure on the right snuck in unbidden.

   
Portraits (done at widely separate time periods)

Mother

Mother

Dad

Dad (1932)

   

My friend Billy Belleville

My friend Billy Belleville

A wonderful author and filmmaker deeply involved in the preservation and ecology of Florida.

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An old Friend and her infant son.

   

Julia

Julia

A flawed attempt to paint my pretty wife.

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My old friend John Mezzullo's daughter, Tracy.

   

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A Sadhu seen in Jaipur, India.

   

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This is the little church where my Mother was baptized in 1919.

Angel over the Severn

Angel over the Severn

This was the view from my Father's house in Maryland.

   

Anniversary Picture

Anniversary Picture

Ours is not a fairytale romance, it isn't perfect. Ours is Better.

   

Night Sky in Borrego Springs

Night Sky in Borrego Springs

Borrego Springs is a lights out community, thus the stars in the evening are magnificent.

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This is one of the earliest pictures I ever drew. It looks like an early attempt at a Predicament type image, that monolith over the cliff is interesting but baffling to me now.

   

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It's very odd. All I do know is it came after a long period of artistic inactivity.

   

2056

2056

I am putting this piece here reluctantly but it seems the best fit, given it's not really as proficient as I'd hoped and has a terrible tangent problem I realized too late to correct. I may re-work the idea. 
I call it 2056, and its dystopian tone hovers over an apocalyptic landscape in which beautiful but environmentally altered flora and fauna preside next to a devastated city.