The pieces here were painted in the late 1990s. I can't be exact. I remember only the incessant visitations of the residing memories. The desire I had to stop the sorrows and the need they had to voice theirs. It worked out over time. The memories aren't as sharp after so many years, but sometimes, they still pierce my heard. I can live with that. Life goes on. Memories serve to strengthen. Grief gives way to joy and to live is to honor. People have asked me why I paint such dark subjects. Why not doesn't sere, so I tell them because I can. The paintings I leave unexplained. I couldn't tell you anyway, not all of it. A lady told me that painting "a naked lady offers death on a Sunday afternoon" must have been done with her in mind. She was a repeat victim of domestic violence. The painting is about a guy I knew in 'Nam, him and two others. I never told her that, figuring we all have our histories–and we all have our triggers. The dynamics are much the same tho' and it was good she felt that connected. Vietnam was an armed conflict with too many rules, which took too many lives and caused too many rules to be broken. Now I live somewhere outside life's rules and when I paint I break the fine art rules. I mix colors in darkness and I paint in these creations. They were done without my ego insisting on what's what. I remember and I let things be...one other thing I'd like to say, these works, and most of my others won't make your couch look any better, but sometimes it's just better to feel.
About the Artist:
Born 1950 Oklahoma Raised by a bunch of different folks Four years U.S. Marine Corps 13 months southeast Asia Married with children Some education Works for a living Likes to paint and sculpt Likes to write and dream Fond of music, water and birds Mostly a guy figuring out who he is.