Acrylic on Canvas, 2004, 30×40

One lovely morning /  in the middle – / a swan  / my morning, my swan, my center

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2002, 30×40

Pale rider skims, / deep and jagged canyon /  chaos mists. Cruel the line / cold blue steel the hook

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(Pale rider series a reflection on the death of close relatives)

Acrylic on Canvas, 2001, 30×40

Stiff soldiers guard this shore / ready for autumn, helpless to hold / its advances

anthropomorphism, simile, just weeds / I catch my fancies in paint

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Acrylic on Canvas 1971, 30×40

The Young Bride

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 1998, 18×24

Fierce north winds have ceased / in this moment / from refuge humble or refuge proud / life greets the dawn 

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Acrylic on Canvas, 2003, 30×40

Morning starts alike for all / (for all fortunate enough to wake) / then unique needs, cares, desires / splinter into infinite / individual universe and time

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Acrylic on Canvas, 1976, 30×40

What? Weeds? / what is he saying? / Life? / yeah, so what / my house is cold! 

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Acrylic on Watercolor Paper, 1998, 18×24

Morning fog matches my thoughts / short, shapeless, veiling reality / with a beauty of its own 

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Acrylic on Canvas 2002, 30×40

Pale Rider slips / past the veils, fishes / this vortex, hooks / into eternity

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Acrylic on Canvas 1975, 32×38

Relaxation / another day to eternity / Hell for leather civilization / I love and fear / where has your day gone? / and Walt – poor glorious Walt – / with so many hopes for both of us / and what would he think?