The end of the world

A nomadic point of view…
is that what I seek of you. A life so clandestine that all that is between you and the heavens are the stars. They shine like the shimmering eyes of an elephant, a tiger, or perhaps an orca whale. They say the eyes are the door to your souls, a threshold to the heavens. So if I look at your eyes will I be in your heaven.


In memory of Ivey Henton

Have you ever had someone come into your life, with fiery fervor and full of life. Quickly like a shooting star my dear friend Ivey came into my life. God needed a muse. We are bodies on consignment to a grander scale of life she was taken; but she lives in my art. Splash after splash, stroke after stroke, unpurposed expression, with no intention she comes out….Thats Ivey for you, she let her presence be know with her luscious blonde hair, out of the water in another world, another life. Is she a mermaid now? She thought me what art really was. Its not about how much money you get, although monetary compensation is welcome, but its about how your art moves people. How it transports them to a different reality, where they can escape, just like me into this realm. Me with my brush, you with your imagination. My friend Ivey succumbed to a battle against cancer. Fuck Cancer.But she came to me in my art. She transported herself into my brush. At Iveys celebration of life, I brought her with me. Her family and close friends, saw her in my painting. She was my muse, and they could see that. Oh Ivey, once again you have done it.