Portfolio
elements, Acrylic on canvas
I left you in the cold until you shook
You’re gentle now, but I recall
Both tender fire and bitter squall
A history so deep It hurts to look
………
………
And If the sea should swallow up my house
I will turn my rooftop inside out
And the wind will be wailing
But I will be sailing faster
Oh, the elements
I do not fear
But I fall apart when you appear
Cuz you are the greatest
The greatest
Elements, A Fine Frenzy
A Fine Frenzy Elements
Dreaming out Loud, acrylic on canvas
I’m dreamin out loud,
dreamin out loud,
and all at once its so familiar to see,
cant find a puzzle to fit into piece of apart of me
they don’t care what you say
they dont care what you think
all they care, what you do,
long as your off beat,
take a look at yourself
storm tries to come and wreck my world,
no i wont let it
stumble to escape, through anchored drapes, made of bedding
Dreaming Out Loud, OneRepublic
Neon, The Wall Art Gallery Photography
When sky blue gets dark enough
To see the colors of the city lights
A trail of ruby red and diamond white
Hits her like a sunrise
She comes and goes and comes and goes
Like no one can……
Storm, acrylic & mixed media on canvas
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Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin-his control
Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man’s ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknell’d, uncoffin’d, and unknown…
Carpe Diem, acrylic on canvas
So that each
is its own, now–each has fallen, blond stillness. Closer, above them,
the damselflies pass as they would over water, if the fruit were water,
or as bees would, if they weren’t somewhere else, had the fruit found
already a point more steep in rot, as soon it must, if
none shall lift it from the grass whose damp only
softens further those parts where flesh goes soft.
Aubade: Some Peaches, After Storm, Carl Philips
Reflections, acrylic on canvas
Tonight I dreamt we found a fair of wonders,
Where the future and the past could not contain,
We were greeted by a spell that took us under,
And laid down in a field there ever was.
Reflection, Vanessa Mae (2002)
Portrait d’Une Femme
Nude study drawings/sketches
Pencil and charcoal on paper
……… That might prove useful and yet never proves,
That never fits a corner or shows use,
Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:
The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
These are your riches, your great store; and yet
For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
In the slow float of differing light and deep,
No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
Nothing that’s quite your own.
Yet this is you.


