Category: Painting

I don’t know what I’m doing now and this is a good thing. When I delved into fine art in the mid nineties I had a ton of ideas on what I would paint or draw. I had drawn mostly from other Black artists and […]

Here’s a set of drawings I made using my acrylic paint parkers in a black paper notebook. I’m feeling the dramatic effect of the colors fighting against the thirsty black pages. These humanoid forms I will visit for some time. Not sure what I’ll do […]

Here are four sets of drawings I did in one of my many black page notebooks with my acrylic paint markers. I find these to be the best ways to let loose and see what happens. I have treat them as sets because I craft […]

This black paper is so dramatic. The battle of fighting the “dark” is worth losing a little. It creates a richer experience in its creation and result. It sounds like its too much but it’s true.

Here is a set of drawings I did in one of my many black page notebooks with my acrylic paint markers. I’ve been working through these books at a rapid pace and I’m finding new paths for the sets to rest in. Sometimes I’m seeking […]

This is an old art piece that I found a while ago in storage. Since my finding it I have gotten more interested in painting again but really learning how to do it using technique and making my work unique. Over the time from me […]

This was a painting I began when I touched-down back in Pittsburgh in 1997. It took a few months to complete, as I was distracted by a job and trying to figure out what the grand scheme of my creative life would look like. I’d […]

My wife Erica truly enjoys her sleep. She would sleep in well beyond 10am every morning if she had it her way. I find myself watching her sleep if in fact I ever fall asleep in the bed. I must confess, the couch is my […]

This is some dummy copy. You’re not really supposed to read this dummy copy, it is just a place holder for people who need some type to visualize what the actual copy might look like if it were real content. If you want to read, I might suggest a good book, perhaps Hemingway or Melville. That’s why they call it, the dummy copy. This, of course, is not the real copy for this entry.

I can’t remember what book I read or what conversation spawned this triptych, but it happened. I wasn’t around during the Civil Rights Era but its reverberations were felt when i was a child (fist with the red background). I interpret it as serious, where […]