Fond Memories of the Misunderstood
2010 - 24"x24"x1.75" Acrylic, graphite, charcoal, oil pastel, newspaper, on wood.
Finished with one coat Liquitex Matte Varnish #5208
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March 7, 2010

Fond Memories of the Misunderstood

Absurd thought from mental illness,
Create works steeped in high culture.
An open minded approach to technical innovation?

Somewhat disorganized, in lengthy segments,
Two events, both impressive.
The uninitiated begs the question.
A testament to relevance?

A slice of reality is so rarely seen.
She seems to say nature.
And so must we.

I don't know the narrator of fiction.
But he has very bad karma.

Disjointed nightmares propel each story.
A different reality from one to the next.
Voices, so vividly looking for love among the dead.

Language requires cosmetic amputation to be attractive.
Pigeon gibberish goes beyond personal.

Switch directions.
Paint abstractions on the back of a leaf.

Be in the natural trepidation.
The hands explain insecurities.

People buy things of guilt.
There are low tech hidden cameras.
Chronicles of loyalty squandered.

Recall basic math from books made of paper.
Begin with an application vulnerable to the argument "X".

Based on extensive studies,
The message requires an enormous amount of stuff.
Our anxieties usually predict fear.
Start right away.

A whale sings babies to sleep.
Birds let the viewer sort out the details of artistic fundamentals.

Despite the efforts, people kill people.
You linger, you lose.

Slow down to realize that last thing,
The thing so enjoyed,
Art without performance.

Another poem from emptiness?
Perhaps.

 

 

 

What Appeared To Be Half, Is Yours But Also Ours
What is creating?
Search for something different.
Swirling around Paris.
Searching further, and experimenting with collage.

Blue-green amoebas,
With enlarged heads, and angry faces.

Circles of yellow.
A romantic narrative.
Give them names like Pierre.

A brilliantly psychedelic head.
Painted in acid, on cardboard.
People glued to ropes, mixed with sand on paper.
Hilarious lowbrow humor intended for New York.

 

 

Fascinating Anecdotes of A Forklift Operator
Visual states.
A blend of theories.
Forms of the conscious mind?

Composed poetry.
Strange and beautiful.
Moving casually between good.

Does anyone care about right angles and colored squares?
Listen to the unspoken.
A video with leaves and green murals.
It's a simple metaphor.

Strange paintings nearly forgotten.
Bizarre images of yellow trees.
A vibrating eyeball, surrounded by magnetic dots.

His teachings of the fourth dimension,
Sounded natural and organic.
A kind of beauty falling backwards.

The missed opportunity explained.
Let time slip away.
Rejecting a sign of genius.

Orange, with a flowering burst of deep orange.
Faint interruptions of orange.
Devoured by orange.

Aluminum sculptures of monumental size.
Handcrafted and painted translucent black.
They don't fit in a gallery.

 

Psychosis Dressed In A Tuxedo
Inquiry or criticism?
I want things to happen.
Recognizing limits as fixed.

Everyone is dumbfounded of reality or anything, for that matter.
Make sense of the past with absolute confusion.

Pretending average people still exist.
She seems uniquely talented with math.

Humans invent computers.
Computers make humans.
An unpredictable relationship.
The show begins.

For every conceivable cause, all of which is upstairs.
An unfortunate misreading that I don't seem to remember.
Position undermines the notion.
Is there a universe?

He doesn't realize.
Concern is not the concern, I think.
Inhibited action, but not to paralyze.

Take an eight hour lunch.
Applesauce is important.

 

The above poetry was created from underlining words and phrases within the Brooklyn Rail newspaper collage. You can see some of this in the photo below.