Scratchy Music, from an old fashioned radio.

To be buried alive

Or sleep and not wake

( )

Can't hope they are at peace.

would not wish that they to suffer in that hole

to appease my grief at their loss.

Yet and still hope and horror co-mingle desperately.

If only one could rise from the grave

And live again

It would relieve the pain.

I don't think I have the right words right now.

Ok This painting is called Kenny At Sea.

Oh God! How'd I get so old...

On July 16, 1999 – John F. Kennedy Jr died when the plane he was piloting

crashed into the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Martha's Vineyard Massachusetts.

So my future father in-law was not all so pleased at the image depiction of Kennedy dead. But is it really so offensive? Check out the flying John Wilkes Booth and Lincoln standing with a hole in his head looking like he slapped himself in the face for forgetting to duck or something.

It was not the first painting I made about death or the last. Two such paintings have disappeared, suspicion abounds.

This painting is called Mare Morning, Mare Morning, it's a poor castration.

Man I'm not in the mood to talk about it just now.

Ok I'm back, ...this painting is about a cultural fantasy, that allows immigrant children to be kidnapped from their parents. We are guilty of terrible crimes.

It always ends so badly.

Sometimes, some times it's a rage painting. But not this one. This takes time, details of surfaces

A low resolution screen is really such a bad way to look at paintings. This painting is texture and color and size!

I hear the siren of an ambulance, like it's running in circles.

and the sound like Scratchy Music,

from an old fashioned radio.

So a shared home called a condominium. A 12 story building full of all kinds of people from all over the world.

The allegorical meaning? The fall of American democracy.

Like a sign from God.

If only we faced up to our responsibility to the planet

To our home

To humanity

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