” My Brother’s Rock “

Image

Pressed two into one my brother’s rock.
From long ago we walked the block.
The fossil, truly a glacier rock.
I’ve carried it from block to block.
My brothers gone, no walks, no talks from around the block.
No birthdays, no ball games, but thirty six years later,
I still have my brother’s rock.
ROCK ON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Advertisements

” I HOPE “

paint

Upon the green fields of high rise condo’s.

With forest thick of protective undergrowth, it leads to a meadow of wild flowers.

The city streets envelope you into a shopping mall of suburban bliss.

The deli, the diner, the dinner table, you drive thru life never knowing what tomorrow will bring.

You hop a train, a plane, a bus into the future.

So many things I would like to say, so many things I could write all day.

But in the end its like each day, it is what it has been.

Tomorrow’s another day.

I HOPE one day my Son will read my posts, and know I think of him every day.

LOVE Dad ,,              ….. the artist

 

 

” The Window Seat”

folder79     ” The Window Seat”

Viewing the world from behind the glass is an obscure reality, like in a bubble.

A protective transparent shield from a window seat on the world.

The artist reflecting on a window to his world.

His image disappearing into the opaque shadows of the love once so fond, so great.

Now fading from the window seat as the show opens and closes with or without.

The translucent artist reflecting back and dreaming of unknown destinies

 

 

 

“The Melting Cross 168 Dead” also known as the “Weeping Cross”

folder48

When we think of the past it does form are present.

When we reflect on things we have done and places we have gone. It all becomes who we are.

Several years before the 911 tragedy, there was another act of terrorism that scarred the country

It was the Oklahoma City bombing, where 168 people died, many children.

An act of domestic terrorism.

A terrible thing similar but much than the violence in Sandy Hook.

It seems that throughout history we never seem to learn from these types of violent acts.

Nothing ever really gets better from these acts against humanity, but it changes everything.

Just as it has happened in other countries across the globe.

Violent acts of terror against humanity never really solve anything they change everyone’s reality.

I had started the sculpture before the Oklahoma Bombing had happened.

During the carving of this sculpture I kept seeing the number 168.

As the death toll rose and was broadcast daily on the news I continued to work on the sculpture seeing the number 168.

As the count was given 27, 49, 56, 111, 139, it finally reached 168 dead.

I saw the number in my head everyday as the news continued to cover the story of more confirmed deaths.

TOTAL 168 the sculpture was dedicated to those people.

WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN FROM OUR GLOBAL HISTORY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,?