While talking to a friend the other day her nine year old daughter came in sat down on the couch and turned to look at me. We locked eyes. The kind of surprising eye contact that is intimate in an unintended way. This stretched on for long seconds. She shrugged slightly turned to her mother and … More Dark Night
The following poem and piece were inspired by an odd connection I had between Televangelism and my friend’s choice in outfits. For anyone wondering he isn’t as creepy as this might make him appear. He was hollow As hollow as his plastic promise Of a new day His gospel a shroud He shapes from the shadows … More Confidence Game
Of all the professions and vocations we can choose why art? Except in rare circumstances, numerous choices offer better pay, more stability, are easily quantifiable, or can supply ready recognition for success. So why would a person choose to be an artist? I am sure that the reasons for choosing to pursue art are … More Why Art?
So on this the eve of the new year I find myself thinking about a conversation I had recently with my father. I far prefer optimism. My father on the other hand is far more jaded than I am. He likes to look at himself as a realist but he has all the hallmarks of … More On the eve of the new year
Hi, my name is Chris and I am a fuck up. I am not always a fuck up but ask one of my exes and I’m sure at least some will gladly share my numerous failings, character flaws, indiscretions, and in some cases complete and utter villainy. I have days where my doubts seem daunting. I have … More Weird Gifts
This one is a bit of a departure for me I tend to focus more on figures.
Night before last I had a most unusual and vivid dream. It was unusual for several reasons. I normally have dreams that play out like events whereas this was an image, a tableau. I think of most of my dreams as having colours often depending on the mood. This one was glaringly, obviously, and most … More A Winter Dream