self-portrait, 2004

sunshine boy! rubber portfolios i made in new orleans, my business card on the left.

movement from within, 2006

power to pull, power to push, 2012

marek, 1996

marek. i will always remember there was a beautiful comet in the sky when you were born. it was there for a really long time, months maybe, as i headed west to kentville, by myself, it would be my companion in the sky, bright with a tail pointing east it was as if it led the way, lit the way, was a sign of things to come. a promise of brightness and mystery. streaking through the unknown.

this is how i remember it. except everything was moving, the car, my heart, my thoughts. following the flaming tail into the valley.

char, 1997

geneology, 1995

geneology, 1996

quasimodo, 2010

cochrane, a detective in a short story i'm writing

cochrane, river

cochrane abhorred art. he could or could not think whatever he wanted about a piece of art. there was no real barometer, nothing but passing fancy. he needed to know more, know too much. motivation and direction came first. then as many details as he could ascertain, could absorb, until a whole and vibrant picture began to emerge, arc and trajectory and choice. he wasn’t willing to make the leap of faith that being an art lover seemed to require of him, to let go what he knew for what might be. he didn’t like the feeling he got, a lightness in the hands and feet, when he gave himself over to the idea of some thing being great. it was all important. and in that moment something in him felt ill and knew he was disregarding some insignificance that would mean much more to him in the end. as he studied the river’s edge, walking slowly from where the girl was found, his nose was filled with the smells of deep earth and soil and the rich mixture that fallen leaves release as they are displaced under foot. it was going to rain.