Hidden Surveyor Knows What Broke Me
Hidden Surveyor Knows What Broke Me Charcoal, pastel & aged paper writing on 9 x 12β³ 140lb watercolor paper β Available The hidden surveyor always watches in pure indifference....
The Last Blue Sky
The Last Blue Sky Charcoal & pastel on 18 x 24β³ 140lb watercolor paper β Available 16 x 20β³ Fine Art Print β Available The perpetual movement towards the end is something most dogmas lust over. They desire destruction and will certainly get it as that's all they have ever known or taught. One day we will wake up to the last blue sky and we won't even know it. Like a fairytale uttered underneath the smoke, ash and charred flesh. This entity is mocking a prophet and delivering a warning during that last day before a new routine of......
My Only Advocate in the Hereafter
My Only Advocate in the Hereafter Charcoal & pastel on 18 x 24β³ 140lb watercolor paper βΒ Available 16 x 20β³ Fine Art Print βΒ Available When being pulled through a keyhole to another time and space, everything is foreign and everything is a threat. Using this as a metaphor for experiencing a new feeling or trauma, this piece wades in that moment. Realizing your world will never be the same after, the face of disassociation appears before it leaves the body....
The Ledge of Damnation
The Ledge of Damnation Charcoal & pastel on 9 x 12β³ 140lb watercolor paper β SOLD 11 x 14β³ Fine Art Print β Available HereΒ This entity has been waiting for you to ponder at the edge before accepting damnation. Welcome the thoughts that will end you. Welcome to your non-future. Welcome....
Humanity’s Last Morsel
Humanity's Last Morsel Charcoal & pastel on 18 x 24β³ 140lb watercolor paper βΒ Available 16 x 20β³ Fine Art Print β Available There will come a time when when there is only one morsel of good left and it will be devoured. We see this in ourselves and we see it in others. The world will not let you escape with it intact and acknowledging that creates an outlook that may be less than pleasant, but it is honest and that's worth something....
God Has Rights to My Innards
God Has Rights to My Innards Charcoal, pastel & writing on aged paper on 9 x 12β³ 140lb watercolor paper β SOLD 11 x 14β³ Fine Art Print βΒ Available Here The realization of being owned by a god isn't beautiful at all. The ultimate act of rebellion is making sure he has to clean up your mess upon expiration. There, that's much more beautiful....
Observation Hour Over Desolation
Observation Hour Over Desolation Charcoal & pastel on 18 x 24β³ 140lb watercolor paper - SOLD 16 x 20" Fine Art Print - Available Here A floating entity appears over a strange line cutting through the red haze revealing the desolation below. Within the desolation you'll find a green bit of life. Is this final strand of life that is yet to die from a once vibrant world? Or is it something blooming with a possible hope in a future dimension? The being also acted as the guide in the I Saw A Hellscape video installation experience from the exhibition,......
Technicolor Hellscape: A Retrospective
After finally being somewhat recovered after the largest workload of my art career, it's now a pleasure to look back on what was Technicolor Hellscape. This exhibition pushed me further and further as a creator and the challenges were extreme. I had to trust myself and my process, the only thing I have ever been able to count on and it came through again. To see familiar faces and so, so many strangers come out, interact with and discuss my work was as rewarding as it gets for me. Sometimes I have felt passed over as an artist because people......
The Final Sunrise in the Doorway of Extinction
The Final Sunrise in the Doorway of Extinction Charcoal, pastel, aged paper & writing on 18 x 24β³ 140lb watercolor paper - Original Matted and Framed in 24 x 36" Frame Contact me if interested 16 x 20" Fine Art Print - Available βI saw a hellscape. When the door opened, I watched my world end.β What does it mean to observe the inevitable? To see harm being done and realize it won't be stopped. The prescription seems to only be annihilation and as humans, we are well-versed. This is the face of acknowledgement of what is to come as......
Losing Faith in the Face Garden
Losing Faith in the Face Garden Charcoal, pastel, aged paper & writing on 18 x 24β³ 140lb watercolor paper - Sold 16 x 20" Fine Art Print - Available "My good thoughts drift away like my prayers to nowhere." You begin to lose hope in the ultimate blind agreement. You cultivate your friends' pasts as they remind you of the terrible things they went through as all of their prayers went unanswered as well. You wonder who you have been talking to all these years? You wave goodbye as you wonder if there was another way....