Prufrock’s Mermaid

“I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.” — T. S. Eliot If you follow the numbers you can see that each… Continue reading

The Comet Narcissus

Don’t know how well you can see it on the 485px version but on the 1200px original you can see that the comet is a self portrait. Took me a while to get… Continue reading

Quae Nocent Docent

Yes, many red-heads. You have a problem that? I don’t. The projection of the painting is a cut and paste of the mural from the ‘I didn’t get to Woodstock’ drawing a couple… Continue reading

Its Own Wreck

A contemplation on a conundrum. An outsized fantasy, a muse that’s both and neither a model and a mate. A muse as a bridge, a relationship to relationships, oversized, impossible and unrealistic, inflated… Continue reading

I didn’t get to Woodstock

‘All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling up their glasses No expression, no… Continue reading

Labor Day

Artificial Ignorance We are defined by the people we are near as much as we are defined by who we are inside ourselves. We are near more people at work –if we have… Continue reading

Intimate Relations in Cyberspace

“Pinball wizard S’got such a supple wrist. . . . . .He ain’t got no distractions Can’t hear those buzzers and bells, Don’t see lights a flashin’”                                                      –- P. Townsend One’s mouth… Continue reading

Subtle Bodies

The title “Subtle Bodies” has nothing to do with the fringe/esoteric religio-philosophic term. It refers to the women in each of the panels. They are bodies and they are subtle: difficult to perceive… Continue reading

Becoming Conscious

This is the second drawing that began with a ‘me’ in it. I took the me out when I was quite a long way into drawing it. I actually posted the first one,… Continue reading

‘Let us be philosophers! Let us be mummies!’

“Maintaining cheerfulness in the midst of a gloomy task, fraught with immeasurable responsibility, is no small feat; and yet what is needed more than cheerfulness? Nothing succeeds if prankishness has no part in… Continue reading