various moons

             palimpsest

the graffiti on the wall is written over layers of graffiti. the culture is written over layers of culture. the planet is written with second hand atoms happily churned in super novae to suit us. and osamma bin ladin looks a bit like the not contemporary statue of sargon of akkad which is probably why we are fighting for mesopotamia, that fact and their round boats and temple prostitutes. 34X21cm (sold)

many moons ago 55X34cm (sold)

sung's escape 34X21cm

camping

dr lim examines the tree 13x21cm

fire tender 21x34cm (sold)

a little forest reading

sometimes when you are camping a fluorescent lamp and a book can remind you that you are civilized. 21x34cm (sold)

fire pit 34X21cm

night vapors

who can sleep when throbbing wings rattle the windows? 34X55cm, (sold)

no fires no clamming

my wife’s cousin here patrols the beach on a midsummer’s night honoring a tradition that stretches back into the misty past of this Matriarchy tucked on the western edge of this island.

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nine mile at night 21X34cm (sold)

picnics

the green fountain 55X34cm

september first 55X34cm

last kiss 34X21cm

spanish flags

the libertines are playing and smoking while the tide is rising and the fascists are nearing. various members of the popular front keep alive a small hope for rescue by uncle joe whom they may have misjudged.78X46cm

olympia 55X34cm

city of god 55X34cm

             pilgrimage to cythera

there is always an out of tune lute player with an uncertain voice. throw him some drachma (actually it’s euros now) and give him a swig of wine and he will be off bothering another group. i don’t recommend the sailboat tours especially if you have toddlers because of the low rails and the lack of life jackets. i never made it to the temple. the path is steep and crowded by thorny shrubs. 89X55cm

war protest (sold)

innenraume

madeline 42x42 cm

the hall 21X21cm (sold)

ochre room 21X21cm

ragazza 21X34cm

sheherazade 34X34cm

cafe sayulita 34X21cm (sold)

mojito 34X21(sold)

portraits

the 4th book is secret 34x55cm

brothers 34x55cm

flying doughnuts 21x21cm

a boy and his dog 32x32cm

martin, christine and lionel 42x42cm

on the couch 36x57cm

lucia 10x10cm

dr raczkowski 34x21cm

forest girls 42x42 cm

ingram/raczkowski 34x21cm

vivienne 34x21cm

canoe trip 

shelly

the last voyage of the el toro

                                  el toro 

mrs. dauber told us this was a short cut to costco. she was right but not in the way we wanted. 55X89cm

                                                    

                

                                                        dis     21X34cm

ray with a stick

This is a place in the forest we walk to. Here we find sand bags, broken paint balls, spent 5.5mm blanks and the occasional feces poorly covered. 34X55cm (sold)

picnics at the end of the world

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I read some where that Stephen Hawking said that if we tried really hard this century we could set in motion processes that will boil away the seas in about a millennium which I know sounds like a long time from now but wealthy babies born amongst us today should be fully transposed into a machine form that will last long enough to view this byproduct of our age from the cool safety of the dark side of the moon. As you can see the people in my painting aren’t really at the very end, they still have huckleberries and bubbles and wine and something to cook (and they don’t seem to be cannibals yet) and the seas are far from boiled away. They are still rising.

agrigento

          

The swallows are from Battle Point Park. They are probably thinking that the bugs are pretty tasty in Sicily. We liked the food too. Mostly we ate at The Fork. The cook there was from Torino and he said that he had a rock star cousin named Bon Jovi. One night the cook was surprised that no orders were coming in even though the restaurant was filling up. He poked his head out and saw that “Franco” the owner, maitre d’, and waiter was nowhere to be seen. The casher was very pretty but she had really long nails and was in no shape to pass hot plates around and besides it wasn’t her job so the cook had to take the orders as well as cook. The police came looking for Franco. They were also surprised he was not there. It was also not the cashier’s job to know where Franco was. I had the fresh sardines that night. There is not a better fish in the world. 89X55cm  (sold)