Helios is on the way
3rd layer of the new painting: the humanoid monoliths of my constant dreams, (or nightmares) appear.
The sketch for this was done from a dream the night before my wife, Katherine's Dad died, August 12th, 2023. Now that I look back on it, this must be some kind of requiem. A signpost of sorts, maybe, telling us something. Warning us?
There's going to be a dark long thin metal bird feeder in the middle of the two figures, but looks more like a pole with libra like scales. Soon to come... I think I will name it the above title.
Second layer: Seashore begins to appear...
This scene has long been a subject for me. This beach from nowhere with a child's sandcastle. Soon the dark anthropomorphic monoliths will visit.
Beginning of a new painting...
I started painting this as a sketch from a dream I'd had mid August this last year. The white shards I began almost looked like a white ship, and then quickly I blended it into the sun, but who knows what that was. I might re-visit that vision.
Warning
This painting called “Warning,” is from a dream I had in 2003, while living in France. This is part of a series of what I think to be a psychic experience I have been having throughout my life.
Look at the similarities between this painting of mine done in 2005, and this other one, just below this description; by an apparent: "Zhongguozhuli" from Shanghai China, done in 2009. When I search for this artist by name, nothing comes up or has in the past, I only know it from an image search I stumbled upon, selling the painting on eBay.
Katherine's Dad
This is a work done in honor of my wife Katherine's father, who passed away earlier this year, 2023. A brilliant man, and a gentle soul.
My Novel
Terror is a medium.
You are included.
Your life is changing.
Your family's changing.
Violence is identity.
War is Education.
The human drama must continue.
We know full well, we are already obsolete.
The year is 2090.
This is the story of a young girl presented with a riddle.
By the primary computer of the world.
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Grammy
This is a drawing of my grandmother, my mom's mom I did in 95, after her death in 1994. It is to this day chalk full of mysterious objects and happenings.
There are a host of strange coincidences between my grandmother, Katherine, Katherine, a girl I dated in the late 90s in high school whose mom happened to be schizophrenic, and my Katherine now. All three wore the exact same glasses, which you can't see here, but are those 60's style rimmed glasses you might see in a show like Mad Men. All three have the same first name, spelled the same way, and all three have or had Epilepsy.
Bio
I'm not sure what dimension I'm channeling.
But I am sure that true artists, whoever or where ever they are: painters, sculptors, dancers, musicians--are not in the business of mere entertainment, posterity, illustration, or otherwise the intellectual equivalent of paint by number, but receivers and channelers of that other realm we as humans do not yet really understand.