Philosophy is often presented as a stoic, formulaic study of human thought, ethics, and our place in The Universe. This Phantasmagoria painting and poem coupling is a surrealistic depiction of the true emotional philosophical processes that occur in the depths of the human mind. We might try to adhere to logical courses of thought and action, but our emotions and desires often cause us to surge this way and that as we struggle to embrace our humanity and the short lives we experience.
Phantasmagoria – 16 x 20 oil on canvas
Drift peacefully amidst deep ethereal thoughts of tangled wonder.
Float as twilight specters breathing whispers in the shadows.
Scream when burned by flames of desperate weeping chaos.
Embrace tenderly romantic cues in purple passion meadows.
Quiet breaths when grasped by icy fear and seething sweating fever.
Fight valiantly mediocracy with unchained raging anger.
Love madly with the power to storm thunderously into calmness.
Smile kindly upon the small and meek, especially when a stranger.
Mourn silently true love’s loss, while scrutinizing storm clouds for auspicious skies.
Growl with indefatigable anguish until righteousness profusely blossoms for all eyes.
Sing melodiously with ecstatic love when touched by sensual fascination.
Breathe deeply aromatic air from eternal worlds of intense imagination.
Fly deftly with the rebellious raven when energetic, young, and bold.
Dream joyously with the cooing dove once life’s triumphs are manifold.
Stallion Galleon and the Sea Mistress Mystery
– 30 x 40 oil on canvas
A blazing galleon ship of war comes crashing to shore with its horsehead sails screaming in terror. The ship’s wheel lays half buried in the beach sand indicating the ship is out of control. A sky octopus shoots its ink in surprise while lightning strikes a futuristic city tower. The sky weeps new life as a man climbs towards his afterlife. An innocent child feeds the earth to a tiger-headed sea turtle as a hellish rent slices across the sand. An egg of change erupts from the sand, casting aside a glass of wine and merriment.
All of this takes place as the Sea Mistress placidly lies at water’s edge and languidly draws the infinity symbol in the sand. What secret gifts her with calm?
Why is the hub of the ship’s wheel tricolored? Such a symbol is used by Buddhism practitioners to represent The Eight Noble Paths. Perhaps The Sea Mistress finds guidance and solace in such wisdom.
The Noble Eightfold Path
Right View – Know the truth
Right Intention – Free your mind of evil
Right Speech – Say nothing that hurts others
Right Action – Work for the good of others
Right Livelihood – Respect life
Right Effort – Resist evil
Right Concentration – Practice meditation
Right Mindfulness – Control your thoughts
The Forgotten– 30 x 40 oil on canvas
A ceaseless stream flows through an eternal world
carrying those forgotten, those unseen.
Souls float through water chilled by the night
ferrying hopes long repressed, deceptively serene.
Turmoil’s revealed in their anguished faces of gray.
Pain paints shadows within dark eyes that have died.
Loneliness hauntingly clouds evening air like a ghost.
Drawn faces stare forever wet by tears never dried.
Flow, Forgotten, to another land.
No one will raise you from your icy stream.
Sail away, Forgotten, through your private storm.
Bejeweled ears can’t hear your ageless scream.
Desolation Road (White Crow) – 24 x 18 oil on canvas
Lamentations fill the air with pain, be silent please White Crow.
Don’t call for me to come with you, I’m far more frightened than you know.
Infernos burn the world tonight, disaster borne from an evil spark.
Your scornful call mutilates the air and assaults the calm of dark.
My solitude within the night is the small comfort that I seek,
so, I’ll wait until the dawn appears, I’m presently too weak.
White Crow, please end your furious calls and spare me the pain you’ve sowed.
You’ll not get me to follow you down Desolation Road.
The sky’s ablaze, there are distant screams, and thick smoke the wind has blown.
This calamity is too much for me, so let me hide alone.
White Crow of old you make me gasp and shudder as you scold.
Yes, tonight I’ll not be traveling down Desolation Road.
Storm of the Stallion Specter – 18 x 24 oil on canvas
In the midst of mental turmoil---
a time of questions poorly answered,
when deception borne of envy
plagued the peaceful like a cancer,
came a storm that tore asunder
all fools who looked to wrong for freedom.
In the end they were not blameless,
because they loved who would mislead them.
They cried aloud about mistreatment
and ran for shelters long demolished.
They fell to knees with shocked amazement
that truths they sought had been abolished.
Came the equine, flashed by lightning,
with thoughts for final subjugation.
It pranced hooves high, with its long mane tossing
and whinnied loud from the great sensation.
Screaming psychotic thoughts of conquest,
it blew over land and across the ocean.
It stamped its hooves and chomped its teeth,
and trampled those who lacked devotion.
The people found they had no protector,
when struck by the Storm of the Stallion Specter.