compassion fatigue, head # 7

walking the gloam

compassion fatigue, head #6

head #6
18x24
paint on paper

compassion fatigue, head #5

head #5
paint on paper
18 x 24

the soul of Olympia

Streetart from Olympia WA
about 20 years old
artist unknown

compassion fatigue, head #4

head #4
paint on paper
18 x 24

compassion fatigue, head #3

head #3
paint on paper
18x24

fragile life

paint on canvas

34 x 48

compassion fatigue, head #2

head #2
paint on paper
18x24

compassion fatigue, head #1

head#1
paint on paper
18x24

grass city
paint on canvas
22x22

more notebook pages

notebook people

hopeless and lost in time

dawns horizon with cities through grass, 2nd attempt

my life in silvertone grey

BLUR

BLUR
18x24
oil stick, spray paint, oil, acrylic
on canvas
2019

delayed response

waves of the day

Crime Scene Photo

While waking in my neighbourhood with the dog, I came across this scene. Nothing has been changed or retouched by me. It looked exactly like this when I walked up. Like it was staged?
Weird. Great photo luck. Love it when this happens. The world is a trip.

waiting for space / stalking the shadowed tree

the floor at the top

water and rocks

acrylic on watercolour paper

spray paint and linseed oil 

30"x 36"

I'm waiting for the rain to fall

about nobody and nothing I am
I am just waiting for the rain to fall
I'm waiting for the rain to fall on me again

grey sky pushed inside the sky
and slippers and heat and the cats wet street window
electric evergreen love here
we are together in this recorded sound
waiting between the sheets of invisible matter
that really doesn't matter does it

the road spaces in-between the forest I passed
in the last lane going home to you
now here in my dreams
the piano awaits me and my candle
and the sound I wrap my love in now
tight and protected from the people storms
and the battered mountains in the dark
and the cold that youth once scoffed at
now the humbled and ageing soul
outside the yellow cab to the beyond
just watches and wonders at it all

will you come out of the screen and the light and the sun
in the nick of time
become here with me now like skin
and mornings entangled
will you come out of the lonely and the cold
out of me and into me and here the heart beats again
to fires and sheets and music and laughters silence
probably not

I'm waiting for the rain to fall
to pack up and leave
to stay and give it all away again
the candle burning is in me now
the one I need is here
only in me

blazing white and empty sky
like bells and the angles singing a minor chord
she sings to me
with train track metal horns blaring out of this view
this earths turning rock of white and blue ice snow
white light of the sun
I am here with it all again
inside the oceans water eye
reflecting the path from the moon

we have trapped ourselves here with words again
turning paradise into a poisoned fire
the promise into the pain
I let go of this promise and stand alone
and walk the spiral path into the world again
waiting for it to rain
waiting for it to rain again

a circle on the sand

cast away into this magnificent void
lonely and bloody
my golden luck in threes

save it all, save it all
for the lonely view
save it all
for the love in you
save it all
for the lonely few

here is the blackness in the face of noon
destrudo pulls hard to break the new
a skeleton mirror and the face and the hands
a life of their own now and I hold your hand
your white body and grey hairs and the burning sands

bits of paper squinting in the dark red light
it was a long time to love again but now
now the dust blowing in the black winds
street lights and dogs and the glare of headlights
on the black rainy street I love you all again and again

down this road
I didn't get the words
to hang my soul upon
made a path for me
out of a dark cave of misery

now the lights in my eyes
and my ears live in luxury
as solid as a metal desk
the old man awaits
the perfection

alpha is the beginning
from inside the cave
her bells ring beautifully
like words of grace

a million candles are burning
for the lonely woman and the
lonely man
and the rain falls down like silver and sand
and we the children float away
back into the innocent land
back into a circle on the sand

seems like everything's in it's place