Melancholia	Snapshots of my black dog. Most of my work falls into this category, and most of it is abandoned or destroyed, victim of its own muse.
Little birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at me with their serious eyes Recounting of flowers they have seen and loved Of meadows and groves of the distance And pale sands at the foot of the sea And breezes that fly in the leaves. They are vast in experience These little birds that come in the night Stephen Crane Little Birds of the Night
	Nocturne (48 x 48)
My Garden in the Desert (12 x 9)	The Garden of Heads (12 x 9)
	& etceteras Various images too disparate to be collectively labeled and pigeonholed.
The Hanging Man (12 x 9)
The Performing Head (48 x 48)	The Sacred Union (48 x 48)
The Pilgrim, 2007 (48 x 48)

 

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