Thursday, March 31, 2011

Early Conditioning




Early Conditioning. 12x24 oil on linen. We are taught from an early age to "conform", to "be good". It can bring with it shame, the feeling of being stupid, insecurity, even self-hatred, which can be carried with us as baggage for our entire lifetime. Doing this painting was difficult for me, it touched those painful childhood experiences. Hopefully it will be healing also.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Pious Preacher



The Pious Preacher... 18x36 oil on canvas. Portrait of the man who thinks he is not merely a man, but pious enough to believe he is above being human. Armed with his "message" he is full of self importance, while being oblivious to the plight of humanity... gonna tick some people off...alas......

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The Healer



The Healer... an 18x24 oil on linen. I wanted to show the "one-ness" that a healing requires. As this woman is healing the bird, she takes on characteristics of being a bird... the wings, and the branches symbolize a place of rest, heaven, if you will...

Monday, February 21, 2011

The Contract



The Contract. A 12x16 oil on canvas... Contracts are made in the spiritual realm between souls prior to embodiment here on Earth. Most of them are difficult, as we are learning to reach perfection. This painting is pertaining to one of my most difficult contracts... will I make it?

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Sister Moon, Brother Sun


Sister Moon, Brother Sun is an 18x24 oil on linen. It is meant to show the connection of you and I with God, with the universe. We are all one

Friday, February 11, 2011

A Personal Hell




A Personal Hell... 16x24 oil on linen. A visionary definition of hell... where it lies in the mind, unable to connect to the heart, where all forgiveness originates. I rarely like any of my paintings, but this one, I like!

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Lost in Silence


18x24 oil on linen... Once upon a time when I was in therapy, I called my mother and asked her what kind of child I was, as I have little to no memory of my youth. She replied... "You were perfect". After questioning her as to how I could be perfect, she explained that I was always quiet, could be taken anywhere and remained un-noticed, and that when at home I stayed in my room... quietly. I was appalled by her response and wondered how she could consider this perfect when it seemed a bit abnormal to me... So, this painting is meant to show me, as a child, being perfect. Dysfunction at its finest!!