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...
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