Tis the season…

There was a time when being a painter was just a dream. The dream of a young man hoping to someday garner the attention of his father. A man whom the young boy so desprately wanted to impress and be worthy of his time…..That was a long time ago and that boy grew I showed and painted in my twenties, sold, laughed, danced and howled at the moon with the others artist of the day. Then came life….I lived a great life, I’ve had the luxury of travel and a good career. Ive known the love of a woman, how to be a good father and how to be. Ive learned from the struggle of losing everything to Parkinson’s Disease. Now tis the season of thanks again and i find myself in a new place, a new place of love and change.A place of things forgotten and not yet learned. Im in a place of thanks and appreciation for all the things i have in my life.
“Walking home ”

As always, I hope the world has been kind to you and you to it. For if not us then who?

Cheers and Happy Holidays, such a trip that Christmas is almost here again.
Much love,
“A life in progress “


This morning……

The soft light of the day gently woke me from my slumber as the winds whispered your name.
I thought of your caring touch and warm heart. The way you and only you had the way to chase the demons away. Years of fever and pain..

I was gone for along time…. I’m sorry, I was trying to learn to be strong enough to bear the burden of this world.
I felt you in the wind this morning……. Encouraging me not to give up and I listened.. Thank you…..
Thank you for going to a place where I can always find you…
A soft light of the day gently woke me from my slumber and I thought of you.

Ode to my Grandmothers;
I may not be the man I thought I’d be but I’m not the man I’m going to be either. I was raised by 3 sets of grandparents and a few aunts and uncles. I do have a mom left who has become a much welcomed friend but I owe my life to my elders. Today I’m thankful to breathe, wake each day and have the ability to walk, remember my name or even what day it is.
I hope wherever you are and what ever happens to you that you take the time to heal your broken heart,body and mind.

“A life in progress.”


Silver and gold
2015 digitally enhanced imagine.

Emotional Perception ~ Completed

Emotional Perception
24″ x 36″
mixed media on Birch panel.
300 usd
Below youll find a close up view from a number of angles and areas of the piece.

This piece of work is mostly painted using a standard 2″ trowel style palette knife and painters rag. Hundreds of micro layers combined with a final finish of brush work give this piece its depth and clarity.

Emotional Perception:

“That makes me feel______.”means many things to many people.  
2015~Rural house studio.
“A life in progress”


3 days in hell..

Her demons came out to play
they feasted on my eyes and
ripped out my heart, sliced
my tounge in two.
for three days i watched her
demons boil until they spilled
into the night like fire, consuming
her and everything she touched.
such sadness and rage filled her eyes
a desperation for an end to the pain.

Now she sleeps, heals and we start the
process over again…..I wait, lick my wounds
and wonder why i stay.. Is it penance for my
deeds of the past?
or perhaps god himself testing my heart and soul.
either way i bleed the same, fear and hurt the same.
there is only time in this equation that can fill
these empty wounds yet time seems to be the thing i
have the least of…..
sad….. very sad indeed….theend

** featured painting ( Tempest )

A person very close to me suffers from manic depression. I’d never really known the depth of true depression besides my own, which isn’t clinical just simply it’s depressing being dx with PD. But depression real chemical depression is very very scary to deal with and to have. When you personally have to engage with a person during a manic episode or breakdown it can be a very traumatic experience. I pray for all those in our world with mental and physical disabilities. 



New things

Hi, thanks for coming back. I hope the world has been kind to you and yours. Life’s been pretty crazy here as of late. With the medical stuff of last month behind me I’m left to focus on finalizing my divorce and finding a lawyer to help me with my Comast issue. I’m finding that my head is becoming clearer and clearer these days as each “life issue” gets handled. Now if I could just get my Parkinson’s disease to slow its advancement I might get back some form of normal feeling life. I have to say I never in a million years would have imagined that my life would have been so turned upside down after being diagnosed. Statistically 85% of marriages that start proir to diagnosis of Parkinson’s disease fail after being diagnosed. I guess we were doomed anyhow, I don’t know. All I know is life has changed a fucking lot some for the better some for the worse.

Well, enough of that depressing stuff. Slowly I feel I’m starting to actually paint quality work again. Below you’ll see a piece that has been packed around for the last year and I’m finally starting tomorrow work on it again. The piece itself is an emotional abstract , for me it’s my feelings surrounding the process of dealing with emotional conflict while dealing with great life change. “Emotional Perceptions

 “Emotional Perceptions”

24″ x 36″
mixed media
bmpstudio~Rural house

 “Emotional Perceptions” is still a work in progress and with any luck will be this years something red submission. I’ve been spending time with “Vessel (I Am)” my next surrealism piece.

“Vessel ( I Am)”
And I hope to continue to work on this new idea that seems to be growing,

Well my friends It’s been a couple days since I started this post. Today is Sunday,my day with my son so I’ll leave you with this thought. Learning to forgive others while not forgetting to forgive yourself.

Be well,

“a life in progress”


~Words from the Garden~

~Words from the Garden~

Star light star bright the first star I see tonight.
You are the light of this knight, in the day I wander till dinner time comes, then off to the stories and PJs and Dancing sugar plum fairies.
The night however is mine to keep
No trolls or phones to constantly beep. The nights been ours for hours and ours to keep, lullabies, cradle,now off to sleep.
“A life in progress”


11-01-2015 ~ The Silk coffee and Canyons of life.

A gentle patter across roofline as her tender rains began to fall.
A chill has found the air while I slept. It reminds me all the times you told me to stay strong when I’d nothing left to give.
These days as the seasons pass, gentle words pull heart string back further than before in the days of my youth.
Laughter more funny and tears more salty as these line begin to cross my face. So many memories locked inside, each just an echoes of the things that I’ve become and that I have been.
These days I wonder through medicated field of flowers and textures soft as silk as look to find my way. Maybe if I follow the rain instead of my heart then this garden will once again grow.
11-01-15 9:02AM pst


“Life three hours at a time.”
Parkinson’s is a funny disorder, since there’s no cure and the meds come with a cool disclaimer. “May control or ease the symptoms of PD” people often don’t  understand how the disorder effects PWP. I hear from people “You look great ” or that I seem to be doing well. Well often when you see me out I do feel pretty good, at that moment I do feel good. Sadly PD changes all day everyday going from fatigue to stiffness to central pain then back to tremors. I have to say as an overall experience Parkinson’s is a trip.
It’s like watching the tide come in an wash away the sandcastle one spent a lifetime building. Well it’s time to sign off for the night. It’s a Halloween weekend and there’s much to be done.
As always,
“Be brave, Be bold and thrive in the life you have.”

“A life in progress”



New life~Coral

New life
Mixed media
100 usd

The beauty we see is just a shell comprised of the things around us, in us and given to us by others. True beauty rises from underneath all obstacles to shine from the depths.
Today I give you New life… In all realness I give myself a New Life. A new chance to live happily. Is that not something all humans deserve and strive for? As I give myself permission to more on with my life regardless of the burdens I carry I in turn hope these things for you. My you wake today in a new light, with new hope, new strength an peace in this new life.

“A life in progress”



Vessel~ (I Am) update

So far on this piece, though it looks like it’s taking shape it has many many layers to go. The only thing that’s been truly established is the overall placement, I’ve added a coral texture to the laddle material in hopes that the final image will produce a very organic looking substance either being placed into or taken out off the “Vessel.” This piece holds a very special place in my heart as when I was a child I viewed myself often as a “Vessel” constantly having to adjust to a “new normal.” As I firmly believe as childern we both know everything and nothing at the same time, we are pure yet full of universal knowledge. So in my youth I watched and I listened. Know as a grown man, my world has changed. I job or role if you prefer is to fill the Vessels of those around me. That being said, my hope for this piece once completed is that it represent our roles in humanity to both nature our young with loving tenderness, intellectual challenges and to provide the moral aptitude to make loving,kind,wise choices of the rest of their lives and in doing so help create and nature the type of human that will I turn fill the Vessels of those around them… This I believe is just one of the many paths that mankind can take to help reshape the villianous, selfcentered, nassasistic landscape our society has painted for its current future. 

Wow, okay all that before coffee number two, I guess I needed to do some writing today. Well it’s Friday morning here on the west coast of the U.S. I hope wherever you are and however life finds you that you’re well. That love, forveness, patience and kindness follow you for all your day.

“a life in progress”