“Each artist almost always repeats his subject, and this is generally a self portrait.” O. Wilde
What can we do or better yet what can we think within the boundaries of this ever more conforming humanity? What crumbs of authenticity can we plant along the dusty road? Someone is walking along...
My sick puppets with their eyes wide open are too involved to stay innocent; their gazes admonishing and suffering judge us without being able to see us. In the dark their eyes are wide open, in...
“Even with my eyes wide open I don’t see anything” because I’m a Zombie; there is nothing to see; it’s toxic; use a mask; follow me! Follow me!
With MY eyes wide open, I only see what I can.
For as much as we can be sure that we keep our eyes wide open, and that nothing escapes our gaze, often the important things that we seek sink in the indifference of others that surround us, hiding...
Identifying an enemy and attributing him Satan’s features; the ultimate objective is subjugating minds with the promise of an apocalypse. If we had the time and the will to open our eyes wide...
No element is futuristic, there are no androids, nor Martians, astronauts or flying saucers. Just a world changed by climate, religion and terrorism. This is my pessimistic view of a future that...
In our ongoing search to find clues to the latest crimes of the century somehow we always come up short and the true criminals end up roaming the world free. The truth will always be obscured by...
Even with my eyes wide open, I don’t see anything I can describe. The air is warmer. And cascading light calms a landscape once raped by lighting.
The artwork is part of the artist, as artist is part and parcel of the work. One can’t exist without the other. They eat and slowly consume each other.
What you venerate will finally venerate you.