1980

painted in 1980, decided to go to the way back machine for you all.

Roadside Bombs 2

The horror is in us all, every one of us, its life and death.

road side bombs

Road side bombs. My son just joined the military.

Universal view

So my question is this. How big is life if we see size in relation to life which exists for 85 years as being infinite. From the perspective of consciousness which may be seen in one of the dimensions known in our made up time frame of 14 billion years, is life in this enormous frame so large we cannot even begin the beginnings of imagining it?.

My pretty view

in every petal is a story, spring flowers open new chapters for life.

Inside a flower

many moments inside a flower as known by infinite views, a walk on this path is quite a site where time becomes a myriad of clues.

the door is always open

People pray, hoping when they get to the door everything will be o.k. Look now, for the door is always open.

Forgotten ways

Early Asian images come to my mind as I paint a philosophy of balance between nature and man.

Are you looking for poetry?

The interaction of mans (mankind) mind in balance with mankinds nature in how it interacts naturally with nature itself. i.e most philosophy's before western military complex philosophy forced change.

peace

May the peace which passes all human understanding be with you now and forever.

Sorry

It has come to my attention, the human race will not evolve before it has time to understand the infancy of its thought. Sorry, nice try.

Morning

Paintings in the morning light, who am i who are you, feel the fingers touch the light, see the hue, feel the rythm before the clouds bring doors to this wisdom.

night sailing running free

honestly, i am almost past talking, almost past hope, look at the globe, a map, and see what you see,

frozen particles of life

Seems everything is a mystery, why are debri from heat in the coldest universe extremes, why does consciousness penetrate into the darkest corners (of our mind) of the universe? why do we associate form with being? or absence of form, death? . Creation is such a powerful tool.