Response to Mark Bradford's "Scorched Earth"

the smell of chemicals

engulfs my mind

as i search for you

through these uncharted spaces

a slow build

to the rhythmic chaos

black

white

all colors

intertwined in an

ever-evolving dance

Response to Richard Diebenkorn's "Ocean Park #79"

ocean park deconstructed
strong structural lines
straining to restrain messy color fields
meticulously laid out
trying desperately to cover up
past intentions

Response to my own work, "trinity trails_0001"

a hazy memory

of a forgotten time

when i was still a child

but almost an adult

as a teenager

growing up

in a household divded,

i sought solice

in the solitude

of the night

a hidden

sancutary

where i could

lose myself

Response to Rene Magritte's "The Treachery of Images"

Simple and innocuous:
This is not a pipe.
Realistic but not real:
This is not a pipe.
Oil on canvas:
This is not a pipe.

And what of other art:
This is not a pipe.
Serrano’s Piss Christ:
This is not a pipe.
Mapplethorpe’s The Perfect Moment:
This is not a pipe.

The treachery of images:
This is not a pipe.
Is that they are merely images:
This is not a pipe.
Constructed by an artist:
This is not a pipe.

Response to Ed Ruscha's "Standard Stations"

there is power in repetition
always the same
always different
mass produced culture
mass produced art
there is power in repetition

Response to Mona Hatoum's "+ and -"

i am a cold, stainless steel machine

i build you up

and tear you down

in

one

smooth

unflenching

motion

creator and destroyer

steadily keeping pace

i am never rushed

emotionless

Response to Mark Ryden's "58 The Apology"

i’m sorry for the pain i’ve caused
i’m sorry for breaking our unspoken laws
of mutual respect and admiration
but i couldn’t contain my need for exploration.

the more i took, the more i needed
and the less i listened as you pleaded
but through hindsight i see my error
and hope you will not retaliate with terror.

i can correct the mistakes i’ve made
and my debt to you will be repaid.