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 […]
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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.
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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 […]
Read more ›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.
Read more ›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 […]
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