Monday, July 11, 2011


I finished a piece I've been fighting with for a year.

The piece is called Battery Acid. For years I've been on a quest to answer questions about what's going on with me and what I'm up to, and that lead me on a journey of self evaluation and discoveries. My friend Carl has
been very instrumental in helping me answer tough questions. Battery Acid started out as a girl in a womb of
flowers, roses in particular...while thick black stuff intrudes on her flowery womb.
The energy of the piece was never happy and while I resisted changing it, I did several times never quite getting it right. Until I stopped my compulsion to resist and go with what is.
What is, is that I am not the Battery Acid. The acid is what happened to me even before I took my first breath and while it changed me by instilling imprints that were clearly not my own, it was necessary to form me into the person I am.  The purging of the acid is what took me on this journey.
And what I became is by no means made up of Battery Acid. I am much much more than that. I am Eternal.
I know, this freaks people out, but think about it. It freaks me out too and I flip flop on the idea. When I create I am totally present. There is no yesterday and no tomorrow.  I am being. I am in the moment and in that moment everything is very clear.
This is not ego cause ego is false. I am talking about love. Love is real and because I loved this very difficult painting I created and I wasn't about to disregard it simply because we had a difference of opinions, I kept at it changing it and re doing it until it is exactly the mirror image of myself.

Monday, May 23, 2011


Had dinner with Carl and April and had an amazing time. April is going to be on Dr.Oz on May 30th.
Carl and I talked about a Higher Consciousness which guides us along with our art when we can't
make heads or tails of what's coming out. He also asked me what my code word is. A code word
is used to remind us of our purpose in this lifetime. For example, his is Flow, April's is Fun...I've
yet to come up with my own word. I've posted three new pieces, been keeping busy and two
more coming soon. Prayers to all those in Tornado Alley..

Thursday, April 28, 2011


Got a great question from Freakiboy

Why is my work so busy.

Because I want you to come in and take a closer look..I don't want you to step back. I want your nose in it.
Follow the colors and the cut out, and get lost in them.
Yes I make you take a hard look while engaging you in a story.

Metaphysical Discussion Group: The Wayseer Manifesto

Metaphysical Discussion Group: The Wayseer Manifesto

Saturday, April 23, 2011


To answer Carl's question the answer would have to be no.

Not because I put out don't come near me vibes, but because there is a certain air about me which can be translated as unapproachable. If you sit next to me on a bus and start a conversation with me, I will listen to what you have to say.
If I have to watch me on a bus, at first glance you'll see me with a book or magazine, maybe headphones too. What first strikes me is something about me ( and I haven't been able to figure out exactly what that is yet) that forces me to stand out. I've been stared at most of my life and it makes me uncomfortable because I don't know why.
I get that a lot.

And if I look back is only trying to figure out what you're looking at.
I know myself pretty well and its not something I purposely do to get noticed, quite the opposite. I enjoy the background in most everything I do in my every day life.
Hesitation to approach me follows.
Once the ice is broken  you will find a friendly warm person.
A while back I invited an old acquaintance back to my apartment in New York City and she was shocked to discover I had plants, liked colors, had a cat and kilims all over my furniture.
Do you actually live here?...
To this day that perplexing seemingly innocent question haunts me.

Amortality: Why It's No Longer Necessary to Act Your Age

Amortality: Why It's No Longer Necessary to Act Your Age

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Max Ernst

Max Ernst


I am making chicken soup with organic beets.

Worked on Octopus Mansion with oil pastels. Such is the case today,  my brushes are loose cannons with a mind of their own refusing to cooperate, so I used my fingers.

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The Director sort of reminds me of number 6 from the classic TV show
The Prisoner.

Follow the energy.


Monday, April 18, 2011


While most kids ask for puppies or kittens growing up, I wanted an octopus. For starters living
in a tiny Manhattan apartment, how was my mother ( if she ever gave any slight consideration of
obliging me) going to get a hold of an aquarium big enough to hold one when some grow up to
8 feet tall.
And are capable of escape from the tank.

Octopuses are great at problem solving, easily adaptable and very curious about their surroundings.They can even grow a limb if one is bitten off.

What I find fascinating about them is their ability to camouflage and change their entire appearance in less than a second. They can take on gradiations of color like spots, rings and mimic things such as gravel, seaweed and any other animal form. They are artists in that sense.

And solitary they are.

Also like artists they use color cognition and transformation as a means of communication and gathering information.

My rough sketches for " Octopus Mansions" is currently on the way.

So far the sketch looks like an aloe vera bush. I wonder if there is a correlation?.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


Carl, a very good friend of mine I adore asked me not  long ago and I still haven't answered him,

" Would I sit next to myself on a bus?". Today I will try to sort out and answer that question.

You want provocative questions, ask Uncle Carl...
Captain Carl to me because he is the Captain of the Mother Ship.

I have more original work to post and the entire look of the blog will probably change over time into a personal art journal.

Its been a long journey to get here. I don't know who is listening or watching, or even cares..Glass House is an extension of me. Rather than  go on with intellectual psycho babble how I made it, how strong I am and all the back slapping for a job well done, just feel me. Go with it.

I will ponder Carl's question and get back to it. I'll have something to say about it when I come back from brunch. Can't process on an empty stomach.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Beef Bourguignon

3 1/2 stewing beef cubes
4 cups red Burgundy wine
1/2 carrots
1 large onion
1/4 cup oil
stock, flour, mushrooms, bacon, salt, pepper, scallions, 1 1/2 tablespoons sugar

recipe taken from French Feasts by Stephane Reynaud

Cooking is one of the many ways I connect to art. It helps me focus and decide what I want and don't
need or want in my life, like spices that don't quite mix with what I am making. Ego white noise can't
clutter my thoughts with nonsense when I go in that space. That space is neither here or there. Is just

Like baseball. I love watching baseball because I am always the pitcher. Each pitch is pure physics.
Power vs power.