Motivational Blog
Baked In Trauma
My innocence was literally stolen when I was sexually assaulted as a kid. So, I tend to present in public as if I am somehow guilty of something. I get nervous and start talking. If I'm allowed to speak long enough, I will inevitably stumble upon some transgression or...
Trickle Down Fascism
I finally watched the horror show from this past Friday with President Zielinski and the Trump Syndicate.. It's difficult for me to watch abusive content because it is so triggering for me personally -- good luck over the next four years, right? Aside from the ganging...
A Better Way
America has been egging for a real knock down, drag out existential crisis since the end of WWII. Civil rights, Watergate, the Cold War, the World Trade Center attack, not to mention the collective unresolved guilt of ignoring the genocide of indigenous people and...
The Little Bird and the Hawk
This is a story about a boy whose parents talked him out of caring for an injured bird he found on his way home from school. "Get that thing out of here," his mother scolded. "He's full of germs!" "Let nature run its course," said his father. "It's wrong to interfere...
Walk the Line
I try to walk a line, as a political person, because we are all political beings, even if we shy away from politics. I push the envelope as a citizen/artist, not as often as I'd like to. I restrain myself. But as I survey the current landscape, I find myself wanting...
The Obstacle Course of my Life
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger I am a survivor of Childhood Sexual Abuse, which deeply impacted my sensibility and sense of self worth. One positive that came out of it was it made me more sensitive to the suffering of others. Believe me, empathy is not...
Falling Leaves
A Grandma's love I'm very excited to show another recent commission. This one from a bunch of photos taken by a proud grandma. In this case, Cheryle gave me many options and said "surprise me." I have found, the more latitude a client provides an artist, the better...
Wrong is Right on
Dannagal Goldtnwaite Young has written a book called Wrong, which was recently featured on an episode of Hidden Brain (on NPR), called, "Sitting with Uncertainty." Wrong is a very enlightening book that not only sheds a much needed light on our political divide but...
The Last Supper in Haiti
It was confirmed for me yesterday that the Watermission compound in Porta Prince, Haiti, where I painted the Last Supper mural fell out of their hands in 2023, when they abandoned the property and the country was taken over by gangs. This was part of my work on The...
How to Eat a Dog
Haitian Refugees in Springfield OH Here's my response to the Springfield Haitian-Refugees-eating-pets conspiracy theory. At the end of the day, instead of wondering IF anyone would eat someone's pet we need to be asking WHY? Can you imagine the level of abject poverty...
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“Weathered Wisdom” is a portrait of a man that has earned every line.
In warm earth tones and expressive brushwork, this painting captures an elderly man whose gaze carries decades of work, loss, laughter, and quiet resilience. The textures of his beard, the worn brim of his hat, and the deep-set eyes invite the viewer to imagine the life behind them.
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“The Handoff” captures the exact moment when one generation places the fragile world into the hands of the next. Suspended in a cosmic cloud of light and stardust, the small Earth glows between older, protective hands and younger, open palms.
“The Handoff” will be featured in my exhibition at Park Circle Gallery, opening Good Friday 5-7 pm. Thru April.
Two sets of #hands reach toward a small, luminous Earth, held tenderly against a swirling #cosmos. The older hands cradle the #planet with care; the younger hands open to receive it. Between them hangs a silent question: What are we really passing on?
“The Handoff” is a #meditation on stewardship across generations—the moment when responsibility for our fragile world shifts from those who have carried it to those who will shape what comes next. It’s a piece for anyone who feels both the weight and the hope of that exchange: parents, teachers, mentors, spiritual leaders, and quiet guardians of the future.
Hung in a living room, office, or gathering space, this painting becomes a daily reminder to live—and lead—with the next generation in mind.
It’s a painting about trust, responsibility, and the quiet courage it takes to let go—and to receive. It asks: What are we really giving to those who follow us? A burden? A blessing? A chance to do better? In this suspended second, everything is still possible.
"The Handoff" is for people who feel they’re standing between generations—parents, teachers, mentors, spiritual leaders, even environmental advocates—anyone who feels the weight of what we’re handing to those coming after us. It’s a visual reminder that the Earth, and the future, are something we pass on, not just something we use. ... See MoreSee Less
The figures in "A Walk in the Park" are the inner cast you carry everywhere—the fool who leaps, the doubter who drags his feet, the dreamer who stares past the horizon, the judge with crossed arms, the child who still believes. They bicker, whisper, revolt and reconcile, but together they make the one you call “I.” We are all onstage at once, caught in the thin light between meaning and emptiness—a reminder that your chaos is not a flaw, but the chorus through which your true voice finally emerges. ... See MoreSee Less