A Fashionable Obsession with Measuring
Human Sensations
2011
Oil on Linen with Gold Leaf on Plexi
Overlay
66" x 102"

Detail of A Fashionable Obsession with
Measuring Human Sensations
Oil on Linen with Gold Leaf on Plexi
Overlay

Disturbance of Observation
2011
Oil on Linen with Gold Leaf on Plexi
Overlay
34" x 66"

Text: We can never know anything apart from the disturbance of our observation.

Do Not Speak Unless It Improves on
Silence
2010
Oil on Linen
48" x 72"

Lingering to Further Toil
2010
Oil on Linen
244" x 28"

Sibling Abuse
2011
Ink and Gold Leaf on Plexi
36" x 33"

Text: "I...I can't breath, I can't breath!" Her sister laughed at her as she struggled to get those few words from her mouth. She had pinned her to the bed, pushed her legs up so that her knees were near her shoulders and then perched her full body weight on her shins. Her face felt warm, inflamed and her eyes were watering. What scared her most was the look of pleasure on her sister's face as she pushed the limits and wallowed in the delight of this momentary asphyxiation. Fortunately, their mother's call interrupted the sinister gaming. She let her go and, with the turn of a threatening glare, left the room. One breath in and one breath out, she leapt from the bed and ran to her room, closing and locking the door. Barricaded under her butterfly canopy, she buried the pain, but another chip seemed to fall from her being, decaying bit by bit from the ceaseless chisel of abuse that moored her family together.

Her Life as a Jig Doll Held a Certain
Appeal for the Other Women
2011
Mixed Media
34" x 6" x 6"

Her Life as a Jig Doll Held a Certain
Appeal for the Other Women
2011

Murder
2011
Oil and Gold Leaf on Linen
20" x 24"

Text: “They knew it was bad. For Christ’s sake, we had been meeting at the police station to exchange the child; it was that bad. Oh, he knew how to play the system and after his mind was made up, he showed nothin’ but stellar behavior. He paid the child support on time, he showed up at the parent teacher’s conference and started showing up at soccer games, but he would only watch from a distance. He would sit like a sniper on the hill and watch without paying attention to how Josh was playing. I was uneasy for weeks. I should have known it was the eye of the storm. DO you think they would have believed me? DO you think there would have been a solution that would have helped me? My lawyer had stopped returning my calls personally, passing me off to her assistant. Why would another gut feeling mean anything to them? Josh’s father picked him up at the new assigned meeting place, the Wal-Mart parking lot, took him to see a movie and then home for dinner. He made all of his favorite foods; macaroni and cheese, meat loaf with gravy, fried cheese sticks and not one vegetable. I can imagine Josh’s delight when he realized Dad was not going to make him eat any vegetables and he must have been delirious when he allowed him to have a second glass of the vanilla milk shake he made in the blender. He hoisted him up on the top bunk right below the mural of the solar system and then sat in the living room watching a baseball game as the massive dose of hydrocodone that was disguised in the sweet vanilla shakes slowly took my son’s life.

Sing Damn It
2011
Oil on Board with Gold Leaf on Plexi
Overlay
48" x 36"

The Corrosive Nature of Silence
2011
Mixed Media
30" x 24"

Text: No song...just silence. All air and soft breeze. It feels like flying between the stars. The corrosive nature of silence.

My Own Lovely Gaze
2010
Oil on Linen
36' x 36"

Flocked
2011
Mixed Media
9" x 24"

Flocked: Detail
2011
Mixed Media

Being Human
2010
Oil and Gold Leaf on Linen
24" x 14"

Text: The physical body is not the most important aspect of being human.

And Lifted Her Right Foot
2010
Oil on Linen
24" x 14"

Text: She inhaled her lips and I said, "You can not be here. This is a sacred place. It is the home of my soul." She tightened her jaw and I said, "This place is beyond wrong and right doing and you may not be here." She pulled her eyes inward and turned her back and I said, "You may not be here. This is a sacred place. It is the home of my soul." She pulled her shoulders upward and lifted her right foot.

Mirror Series: Family Statistic
2011
Oil and Gold Leaf on Masa with Plexi
Overlay
11" x 8"

Mirror Series: Single White Male
2011
Oil on Masa with Plexi Overlay
11" x 8"