Sculpture

How much of how we see art is informed by its surrounds both in regard to context, and personal comfort; here literally sits a painting on a modern frame, cut with an eye to the Baroque.

You can't make a silk purse of a sow's ear. Or maybe you can.

An aborted collaboration. An atypical appropriation piece begun off a garage sale work from the walls of the sold childhood home I'd intended to dub Prince's Tissue for the poster-boy of Appropriation, after a frightened and inglorious broadcast of infidelity, got a name-change and after, cut, hung, and done. A serpentine support dangles an overpainted Eden with a back worn bloody, and a hole through which to see beyond. I wish him well.

Valentine's. Planning for a future, saving toward an end, I had relented and said he could buy me a small, practical, gift. 

A discourse work, an odalisque, based on Matisse, Man, and Kiki respectively; it addresses not only the concept of the male gaze but also, in the basis of Kiki Smith’s Train, menstruation. 

A discourse work, companion to Ms. Henri Ray Smith, based on Calder, Picasso, and Miguel (himself touching on Quentin Crisp), respectively. He's a bit of a scalawag. 

Scraps twice repainted and assembled with materials exotic and mundane, Waste Not and Want Not morphed in the making from an essay on Punk to a rumination on plumage of a more endangered nature.

A discourse piece, playing off the work of Lynda Benglis.