The Factory with Smokestack
(The Building Project. Structure #2)

Portrait of the Devil With Tree

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Another devil. This time it is on a wood veneer wallcovering with a square pattern in it. I have to be honest. I love wood. Especially, acrylic paint on wood. I have to be honest about something else as well… I love the Devil linocut series. I know, I’m not supposed to say that about my own artwork but it’s true. There is something fun about painting the devil like this with bright colors, blue lips and a solitary colorful tree and it reminds me that it a good place to be in life that you can do exactly what you feel like doing and it is OK and heck, maybe even someone smiles along the way. Can’t beat it. So, with that, a portrait of the devil with blue lips, on wood veneer with a single, solitary tree that I would love to fall asleep under.

At The Bottom Of The White Box

I have spent the entire day alone. (I recommend that everyone do this once in a while.) It is now 10:21 PM and my only contact with another human has been at the Chinese take-out and the lady who gave me the finger because she thought it was her turn at the 4-way stop. “Why yes, I would love a fortune cookie,” I said to the girl behind the counter. She threw one in and I returned to the quiet house to eat my food. I didn’t even bother to take it out of the little white box and took a seat at the desk and there was a Thelonious Monk Pandora channel on and as I ate I had lonely conversations with myself in which I am fairly certain that I solved all the worlds problems and was certain that only good was going to come from that moment forward. “My fortune cookie will be the test,” I thought to myself. I grabbed the cookie and broke it open and flipped the fortune over to read, “Made In The USA”. What the hell is that? Made In The USA? That is no fortune.That was it, no words of wisdom, just that. I couldn’t help feeling a bit midlead by the words “Fortune Cookie” on the wrapper. I threw the fortune on the desk, picked up the brush and went to the conversations with myself.