Who Me?

My first Pencil Drawing in a long time.

Captures that feeling when someone tries to make you feel bad for something they think you did or thought you meant. Your innocent, but all your feelings just spin.

Marching Tyrants

Marching Tyrants, to the top of the hill,

Not knowing we are all the same until,

They reach the top and fall a bitter ill,

We feel so good, tall, and proud with lofty thoughts we say out loud,

Beneath my heavy foot, cries arise, to heaven-sent,

They all look the same, no particular resemblance to myself.

Once I was one of them, then I told myself I was better than them all,

Then the fall, oh my gosh, it is me I trample,

Oh Mother Earth, what I left is an ample waste.

Sucked In

Sucked in. Better yet, don’t get sucked in.

In life, there are so many traps to fall into. What may not be a trap for someone else, can be a trap for you. They start out slow, one thread at a time, before you know it you have created an entire network of webs around you. A keenly fashioned spiderweb and you are the author.


Some see it in marriage. I will do what my parents did, find a spouse, find a house, add a pool, you ____. Kids, before you know it, now you cannot afford your lifestyle. Remember it was all your choices. You wanted to be like the Joneses. Now you cannot keep up with them. What now?


You Join a church get involved and find out there are so many hypocrites. Not a total loss, you did learn how to judge others and make your self feel superior. You go to a retreat looking for God. I thought God was everywhere. Did he get lost? Did someone steal him? How come you cannot find him? Maybe looking in the wrong place?


Go to college, pay handsomely, on a promise someone has made. Graduate and no one will hire you. There are no jobs in your field. Tell me why do colleges do this? You still owe the bill for college. Wait, you thought if you go to college, you would get a job and pay off the debt. Crazy you.

The More

So many things to get sucked into. Do not be dismayed. There is still something real out there. Your heart has been hungering for it all your life. The more. You know there has to be something more. Everything inside you tells you this. There must be more.

Stop getting sucked in.


Painting from the emotional passionate center.

I have lost total control of my paintings. I start out on one idea and end way out on another. Please let me explain. My thoughts transpired from the red rocks of Sedona to Man or human beings.

Recently my wife and I went to Sedona Arizona. Amazing, inspiring red rocks that majestically jump out of the ground, affecting even the air you breathe. Some images you just need to experience for yourself, no painting or picture will ever suffice. Though I wanted to try.

Sedona Arizona

Once I had my plan and vision, that changed many times as I painted and explored the image. At one point I became overwhelmed by the paint itself and the marks it made. The paint is so beautiful. Art talking from the emotional passionate center.


Then all of a sudden I came back to this image I had seen in my dreams many times recently. My canvas quickly changed from horizontal to vertical, then 180-degree turn to the other vertical. The dream image firmly planted in my mind of a man representing all mankind, having a block-shaped head. I knew what it meant in my dreams. I could see almost all the colors and positions of each paint stroke, down to the stripes on the person.


I saw that every person’s thoughts and memories created their own world. Not everyone had the same experiences, so each had a different perspective on existence. These thoughts kept us from experiencing life, as it really is, the naked, unencumbered truth about life. Each person on earth was instead imprisoned in his or her separate universe of personal thought. Colliding with others blockheads of what they took as true life, which it isn’t, It is only their personal entanglement with the thoughts they beat themselves up with each day. Past experiences, misinterpretations or what they told themselves so that they could keep on, keeping on, no matter how inaccurate. We can believe anything we tell ourselves. We many times are the worst liars to ourselves and even worse; we believe our own lies completely. This is no way to live. We must free ourselves from these past thoughts.

There must be something that can unite us. Allowing us to appreciate this great experience and privilege called life. All Man living on the same page, united.

Any ideas? I have some. What are you open to give up to gain everything?

So did the Beatles, “Come Together”

Unfinished Tre

Unfinished Tre

For all the finished paintings out there, to balance the universe there needs to be an unfinished painting. So I give you, Unfinished Tre.

So many times especially as a young artist, the goal with every piece of artwork I created, was to finish it. The goal was to complete beyond our original vision. As artists, we know that the idea in our mind will never be as perfect and complete as it is in our mind.

That a painting could possibly come to an end seems ridiculous to me now. So many things in life are incomplete, unfinished, have no end. For this reflection on life, I give you “Unfinished Tre”.

Look around you as you take a walk. Not everything is finished. For the most part, things are incomplete or left to another day that never comes. We feel incomplete. Aspiring for more, more, more.


1. (= end) fin f

a fight to the finish une lutte à mort

2. [of race] arrivée f

We saw the finish of the London Marathon. Nous avons vu l’arrivée du marathon de Londres.

a close finish une arrivée très serrée

3. [of surface] finition f

transitive verb

[task, book, picture] finir  terminer

[meal, drink] finir

I’ve finished the book. J’ai terminé ce livre.

to finish doing sth finir de faire qch

to finish work finir de travailler

Thank you: https://www.collinsdictionary.com/

Rube Goldberg Machine

A while back in my early illustration years I was fascinated by Rube Golberg machines that I liked to call contraptions. In my mind, the Artist Rube Goldberg was the master of these illustrations. Similar to a game like Mouse Trap, one thing happens that triggers another eventually accomplishing its goal like turning on a toaster or a coffee pot. Long before the digital age of smartphones, apps and Vivint security systems that can turn off and on lights and open doors. Rube Goldberg contraptions had to work in the physical world. In this case, hitting the return bar of an old typewriter. Just fascinating to follow along with the sequence and see how it all plays out.

A Rube Goldberg machine is a machine designed to perform a very simple everyday task in a joyfully inventive and complicated arrangement of everyday recognizable items.

I would enjoy doing this again for clients with imagination and pen and ink in hand. I drew similar illustrations in my new book, “Why Am I Broke?”. Click on the link to read.

My Book, “Why Am I Broke”, is included in Cincinnati Library Permanent Collection

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