Abstract art does not depict visual reality, but instead uses shapes, colors, and forms to make an impression on the viewer.
Mosquito – 12 x 24 oil on canvas
The mosquito, with stubbornness, ignored the supernova. Its enormity, too incomprehensible. Its rage, too threatening.
And the supernova, with natural unawareness, had little choice but to incinerate; obliterate, the ignorant speck.
Autumn Air – oil on canvas
The autumn air, borne of a blue sky torn with clouds, carries colors of yellow, red, and brown. The autumn ground moves as nature blows these shed colors to-and-fro as if rabbits chased by a howling hound. My autumn thoughts drift in the warmth to be dispersed by the relentlessness of time and fate. Whisper to me, nymphs of song. Gift me with your wisdom. I have naught to do but dream and wait.
Leafy Sky – 18 x 24 oil on canvas
It’s an auspicious day for the tree leaves: Walnut, elm, and oak. “To what yard are you heading? Beware all piles that smoke!”
Bare branches scratch the sky ‘til raw. Maple, plum, and birch all spin in autumn air during their random search.
The calm of evening finally comes. Hickories and willows. All find their final resting spots, and serve animals as pillows.
Leaflets of locusts fill small cracks. Sycamores, large spaces. Poplar leaves shine bright yellow, and all – the snow erases.
Lastnight, Midnight – 20 x 16 oil on canvas
Lastnight, midnight, I tangled my hair in the fires of the atmosphere.
I was hurled by currents that blistered my face, and then—whipped free, towards the cold blackened space.
In shock, I was throbbing in shivering fate. Yet, I rotated my mind back towards the hate.
But, the whole world of homes, (All the people were singing), was brilliant with color, (in the sounds of bell ringing).
Why did this happen, I being torn from the scenes? They were entwined with their living, and I – tangled in dreams.
Today, Midday – 20 x 16 oil on canvas
Today, midday, I tangled my mind in thoughts of despair that drove me half blind.
I was hurled by currents that wrinkled my face, and then—whipped free towards an infinite space.
In shock, I was rendered dumfounded and still. Yet, I rotated myself with strong effort and will.
But, the whole world of hope, (All the people were singing), was brilliant with smiles, (in the sounds of bell ringing).
Why did this happen, I being torn from my home? They were embraced with love giving, and I -- sleeping alone.
Black Moon Sunrise – 24 x 18 oil on canvas
Black moon, charred by the sun, whisper your secret tale. Defy the fire and rise above me so we may each prevail.
My eyes, seared by the flames, search for reprieve from light, but your dark face casts cool upon me and promises rest tonight.
Full Moon Nightfall – 24 x 18 oil on canvas
Full moon, lighting the night, thank-you for your bright glow. Burn through the night and own the dark sky. Cast long my moon shadow.
My face, brushed by the clouds, turns towards your guiding way. Rise high and burst through your blankets. Be proud of your display.
Night Approaches – 20 x 24 oil on canvas
How fleeting the colors of the sky and the birds that grace its breezes. How brief the warmth of the sun and the flower whose bright hue pleases. Goodbye to handsome men on horseback and ladies riding in fancy coaches. These farewells must be said every day, alas because a dark night approaches.
Red at Night – 20 X 24 oil on canvas
Red at night, a sailor’s delight. Red in morning, a sailor’s warning. Let’s sleep well tonight fore the sky has graced us. Woe! Yesterday, fore the storm had chased us.
We’ll keep the sails taught and the stern behind us, before dark clouds can form and find us. Bow toward our goal, men renew your strength, because we are bound to endure, and conquer at length.