Mortal Sorrows

I painted Mortal Sorrows to help find personal answers to the troubles brewing beyond my 40 acres of wild land. Forty acres to foster is a large area and yet it is not enough to shelter me from the oncoming social and political crises. I have had a reoccurring nightmare for decades of desperately attempting…

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Missing Indigenous Sisters Memorial

Attention must be drawn to the killing and disappearance of the women and girls who belong to our Native American peoples. As of 2016, the US National Crime Information Center has reported 5,712 cases of missing American Indigenous women and girls, however, the U.S Department of Justice missing persons’ database has only reported 116 of…

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Refugee Angel 2, Mixed Media on Wood 16x20x1

Although I consider myself a Buddhist, I have been gradually turning to the symbolic forms of religious display, early Christian symbolism and other forms of mysticism and mythology over the last five years. These elements bring stark attention to the images of modern human suffering, occurring throughout the world. At present, I have turned to…

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No Water in Flint

I spent a good portion of my life living near the Great Lakes. The skies are more often than not filled with moisture. In the winter, the day sky, heavy and dense with ice, barely emits the sun’s rays and you can gaze directly at it as if looking from a watery depth. Existence in…

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Night Vision

The Barn Owl is an intriguing character in the web of life on earth. Like many birds, it makes use of us in a way that could make a cat pale. “Thank you, mankind, for building the lofty beautiful straw-filled home that shelters me and my progeny from all our worthy foes.  Thank you for providing…

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Listening To The Wind

Having lived in open rural environments for much of my life, I have an awe for the voice of the wind over all else. It dazzles and entertains by rolling the grasses of the plains into seas of gold, the leaves of trees into turning plates of color and orchestras of sounds, and it tickles…

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The Promise Of Humanity

What is the promise of Humanity? It may seem that there is little positive about who we are.  The ways we have chosen to live is short sighted and thoughtless, out of touch with the rest of our world with cringe worthy if not criminal negligence. So, much of what we have created for our own…

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Mother Wisdom

It’s pretty clear to me that if we need to save the world from ourselves that our government must be Matriarchal.  Women when left to their own set of principles and systems are natural caretakers. It is in every cell of our existence to sacrifice self so that our children will not suffer and have the…

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Inside The Rain

Inside the Rain is a representation of the kind of expansiveness I now feel about the concept of home. Here, after living a decade in northern wilderness I have found within me, a physicality of emotion and spirit that defies the boundaries of what is inside and outside, of me and not of me, with…

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Morning Incident

Morning Incident is about all the tragedies that go on every day that fill a moment with big feelings or are completely missed and over shadowed by other dramas. Nature is full of this sort of thing as births and steps and flights and deaths move on in multiplex dimensions for no one and everyone…

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