A White Spirit (Death Sculpture $300 +S/H)

The wood for this sculpture came from a cemetery in Rhode Island. Its the second Death Sculpture cast in a shallow bowl. It uses a 4" faceted crystal as the focusing mechanism and a 1 1/2" silver pendant with a hidden magnifying glass behind the pendant. This is a larger sculpture standing 14" high and 7" wide. This one has a lot of positive energy.

THE EYE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

Was someone watching me that night
When ship was lost to watery grave
How strange it was to see that eye
My body drifting ‘neath the wave
It wanted me for meal time
It stared at me with baleful gaze
And as my vision went to black
In my last dark thoughts I prayed
That I be gone from this old life
My final thought, I must be brave
I did not feel its steely teeth
When I became the snack he craved

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE THOUSAND GHOSTS OF THE MARIGNY OPERA HOUSE

The vaulted space fills around me
A thousand ghosts within
Spirits of centuries of use
Union and Confederate soldiers march
Old priests still fight for a chance at the altar
A whaling captain in lament now wails
Costumed men and women who hear their last Fat Tuesday
They echoes through eternity
We thousand ghosts caught in our own worlds
Unaware that the real world has passed us by

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

A PRAYER TO SAN FRANCISCO 1906 (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I came home from the great earthquake to find
My house tilted, windowpanes cracked
The foundation left in rubble
My city in smoldering ruins all around me
A mass exodus of refugees fleeing on pitted streets
Yet I remained

Saint Francis protect us

My adoration for this city could withstand anything
My home wasn’t this domino tilted building
It was everything around me
From the Mission to the Bays
I would never leave

Saint Francis keep us safe

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

A FAERIES JOURNEY TO FATHER SUN (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I saw a fairy skitter past
”What brings you to my home” I asked

He stopped and turned with eyes so wise
“Yon candle in the window lies
I thought the sun to early rise”

“It is not the sun that shines so bright
But simple wick to light the night”

He locked his eyes upon the flame
“I will not curse or hold you blame
Till hungry dark the rays reclaim”

And so he watched, with eyes agog
Til dawns rays came and burned the fog

I now depart, I must not stray
“Father sun brooks no delay”
He disappeared into the haze

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

SHIPS SPIRIT (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I am the spirit of the Bonhomme Richard

I burned in 1779

I burned in 2020

I will burn again

The merging of fire and water

Brave warriors on my deck

My great guns silenced

I will rise again from the waves

It is my destiny

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

Harmony in the Chaos (The Artist Project)

 

Full size wall to see details!

WHEN WE PLAY WITH FIRE (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

Oh man, you don’t know what you do 

You play with the fire of the Gods

You don’t understand the portals you may open

The pains you bring upon yourself

These doors remain closed to you for a reason

You are infants playing with a match that burns you to ash

Your religions are children’s tales

Parables made to teach but lost in translation

Beware

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE INSANE ASYLUM (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

They placed me in an empty box

Medicated on the hour

Padded each and every wall

So I could not hide or cower

But voices spoke

Their cadence dour

Assuring greatness

If I’d devour

The souls of all

I then would tower!

Then I saw a butterfly

Alight upon a tiny flower

And forgot the voices

As I chased a bee into a bower

And there I stayed

The voices sour

To be overthrown

By natures power

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

FALLING INTO THE BLACK HOLE (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I am the first to fall into a black hole

I am in the event horizon

I feel very strange

Every second has slowed

All of creation is around me

I see my moldering bones after death

I see the sperm that will become me moving slowly towards life

And I see my soul swirling around me. 

It is the universe

It is me

It is everyone and everything

It is what came before and what will come after

I create it all

I am God

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

NATURE IS THE LIFEBLOOD OF MAN (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

I curse thee nature

You bring the deadly storms

But I bring the rains that grow your crops

I curse thee nature

You bring the hell of winters cold

But I give you spring to renew you

I curse thee nature

You tore up my home with tornadoes

But I give you gentle winds on a summer’s day

I curse thee nature

And I bless you child of man who destroys all

 
This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE DEMON IN US ALL (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

   This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

The darkness within us we ignore

We refuse to see it when it rises

We ignore its grip upon us

We are blind to its effects

But it exists

Like fecal matter on the souls of our shoes

We take it with us wherever we go

Leaving darkness in every step

Fearing to lift the shoe and pry away the filth

ANUBIS WEIGHS THE SINS OF THE WORLD (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

With chaos all around

The fates in his hands

The rains of destiny fall
Threatening deluge to wash away all

One hand ready to squeeze
The other ready to cast all into darkness

What does it weigh, this pitiful world
The guardian of the scales ponders

And with bowed head, the light goes out

It is finished

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

I DIED TODAY (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

 

I died today

My body prepared
Fluids drained
Face powdered
Hands folded
My last thought gone
Final regrets ended
The universe halts
One last light shrinking away to darkness
Then silence

  This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

THE DANCE OF LIFE (Art & Micro-Verse Merged)

   This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.

Do you dance the dance of life?
To music only you can hear

Musicians in the shadows play
An orchestra hidden everywhere

Its rhythms tell you where to go
To set your steps in patterns clear

Fates dance and spin their webs
But humans close their hearing ears  

Till errant feet do stray away
The path is lost to all but tears