vengeance (wood board, acrylic, collage, glue and wooden pick up sticks)

When I am called

we are running 

across los angeles

as fast as we can

hiding under doors

you sing a song you

learned as a child

the song of the aphid

a beetle crawls

into your ear

now we are on a lake

in orange county 

drinking milk

the water is covered with flowers

they are as red as the sun

you can see for more than a mile

your eyes glow in the grey

like the LAPD

your teeth are made of fire

the lone ranger (wood box, plastic, silver string, paper and polyester resin)

church clothes

up in the air

with the flies

the world is

as small

as the lies you

told me about

where you were

all day

konstantin feoktistov 4 (wood, inkjet paper, shellac, acrylic and asphalt)

superman

superman lives in a dark cave

superman eats vegetables and other things

superman likes dogs

he has a superdog

superman goes to bed at midnight

superman's favorite tv show is superman

superman's favorite song is the superman theme song

john motherfucking williams wrote it, you bitches!

superman's eyes are bright and blue

superman's breath smells like vegetables

superman's hands are soft as milk and hard as goodbyes

whenever he punches someone it goes right through them

superman watches tv while he eats vegetables and chews on his shoes

superman dreams he can do anything in the world (because he can)

superman has a dream where he comes over to your house and says,

'i want to get my things' and you say "but none of this is yours anymore!"

konstantin feoktistov: golden shower  (inkjet paper, construction paper, acrylic paint and wood)

dick'll make you slap somebody

woman A: wait a minute

now you telling me a story

and now you telling me that a woman in ecstasy

will slap somebody?

woman B: yes, the penis is a very powerful organ

it'll make you slap somebody

it's like a rocket

it's encoded with information

dick'll make you pull a gun

and shoot a motherfucker in the face

dick'll make you take out a mortgage

on your mind (i never slept)

it'll make you dump out a bowl of cheerios

on a motherfuckers bed…..with milk

dick'll make you knit a pair of gloves

for a motherfucker

woman A: wait a minute

are you telling me that dick'll make a woman

mess up somebody's bed with a milky

bowl of cheerios?

woman B: yes!

the mormons (collage, acrylic paint and pencil on wood)

something is burning

kick the ball there

in the hole

where you were

in the field

run run run

little kid

the rabbit is died

in the back yard

the dog chewing its black head

its stomach a red balloon

and we are all

dying too

ALI  (paper mache and inkjet paper on wood and newspaper)

heaven's pretty cool

all the buildings in heaven have white windows

mondays are wash days and the whole place smells like bleach

jesus considers himself a bit of a songwriter

and no one has the heart to tell him he's just not very good

it's all that awful knowledge and all-knowingness

it really gets in the way of writing a good pop song

oh, you can have baby's in heaven of course (it's heaven!)

and they just appear out of thin air

there is a lot of friction between the people that were born on earth

and the ones that were born and grew up in heaven, though

there's been some discussion about whether or not jesus was an earth baby

because he was conceived in heaven but raised by that crazy lady on earth

(it's weird that she never made it into heaven)

here's how cool heaven is: we don't even think about all

the people that are suffering for all eternity just a few floors down from us

that's pretty neat!

jesus wrote a song once called, 'heaven helps itself to the earth baby's first'

i really tried to like it

halcyon dreamer (rapidograph on illustration board)

watching the fences being disassembled

i need that robot!

why?

because he is my only friend

why?

i can't explain it to you

it won't make sense

why?

you wouldn't understand

the feelings that i have

why?

because they don't make any sense

why?

because i was born underwater

and now i have come ashore

why?

it was too cold there in the darkness

and i wanted to be where it's warm

why?

so it would dry the brackish filth

now deer have joined my company

why?

perhaps they recognize a kindred spirit

why?

i don't know why

it's hard to communicate with these deer

just when you think you've earned their trust

they run off into the deeper part of the wood

why?

maybe they smell something

i really can't be trusted

for too long

googley-eyes (india ink and watercolor on illustration board)

an enemy of one 

an enemy of all is

lex luthor

sitting in the cabin

held his ear

he'd been shot

earlier in the day

her words 

kept working their

way into it

words like 'canister'

and 'fingerling'

he didn't want 

those words

in there

bleeding and dying

he'd lose everything

and looked forward

to that time

sort of

bug-eyed (graphite, india ink and watercolor on illustration board)

the reason for gravestones

after a hard long day

death is there waiting

but it's not until you see death

in the driveway that it really hits you

then you just want to be remembered

you want to leave something behind

that will show the people you love

there was someone with your name

that mattered somehow

weather sensor 3012 (graphite and watercolor on illustration board)

no one can stay long

in the black car

filled with black spots

the black bark of the moon

stuck in the sky's black back

the black skin of the night

covered in black blood

your black tongue

soaking in my black face

while the black building

burns

and they went to be (mixed media with india ink on illustration board)

eating the monkey's hands

you are

the president of space

hanging on a star

black like me

you move like a sonic ranger

with your mannequin presence

it isn't hard to imagine

the outcome of most situations

we are barely in heaven

but i know what you want

i know what you want

take the ashes off

the polaroid flashes

against your bionic cheeks

your smile on the paper

and the earth underneath

charlie (soft pastel on inkjet paper on illustration board)

The black hockey player

I squeeze the crest onto my face

And brush away the darkness

the women in the room

Rubbing the vagisil into the folds of my pussy

The steam coming off my hard hairy hands

the room above my room

I'm a severely retarded American Mormon

I transcribe the names of the dead in a bunker in Burbank

the room of forever

The morning newscasters speaking in other words

The inside of my heart bending into a brick

the forever of my morning

An attractive blonde scientist mixes up the medicine in a commercial

Cut to a cute dog in a field

the morning of scientific women

The Japanese couple is married on the worlds largest roller coaster

A small boy dies of cancer, his father asleep on a chair

the science of mourning

The skydiver's parachute is failing as he falls

Through the most beautiful sky he'll ever see

we are all falling from the sky

I don't want you to love me but

I have a terrible feeling I've always known

Pablo

pablo (soft pastel on inkjet paper on illustration board)

The days are beautiful

I came from outer space

Bringing small cakes

Made from the

Mix of the white dwarf

I came from outer space

With no reason for it

My hand black

And filled with gold

I opened the can filled with soup

With my black hand

I entered the cooking room

Putting the pan on the fire

I got on what was left of my knee

With a ring I made my case

You turned into me your eyes

Folding me into light

A baby was growing in your mouth

It was black and gold like my hands

You opened your head up

I was in the living room

I could hear you dreaming

The days were beautiful

I realized we were dying

And held you as you ate a salad

I hear a dog barking

It is my dog

She is yellow and filled with stars

All the days are beautiful

the secret eyes of tennessee (mixed media on board)

on a rainy day

somewhere in the future

you'll be doing your drugs

in the parking lot

and you'll hear a voice say

  

she baked the brownies

with applesauce

she saw the deed

her poms poms piled up on the floor

i take two pills for the pain

one to make the world go way

and one for the moon because

all my friends are dying

broken wings (mixed media)

sitting outside the municipal court

i am dark

like a rose 

in a dark room

a room without light

made darker by 

the sound of breathing

the smell of bodies 

moving about

made of milk by

ten thousand ghosts

singing the songs of neil diamond

the world burning, flying through heaven

it's tail caught in the spokes of time

made cleaner by the wounds of jesus

light shinning through them

fish swimming in their seams

god holding the body of a dead baby

in its golden arms

michael in heaven (acrylic on wood panel and glue)

piss face

i crash the car of my urine

into the yellow head in the bowl

below my cock and liver

and chin and shiver

below my eyes

and the skin 

covering my eyes and 

the part of my brain

where the train sits

with you on it in a movie

about a train and two

lovers….fools 

really

who break bricks 

on each

other's faces

building a sea