Posted in Art, Photography, Poetry

Sitting in the Back Seat

Worcester Art Museum, November 2019

Who is the person
known, but unknown
a mystery to the mind.

Our desires
sizzle and sparks
a rather dark world

where my orange dot
retreats and burns
with hell flames, hotter.

I once laid
flat, in your car
now I kneel at an altar.

You say a woman glows
as a sun-lit finch
woven in grass baskets

and I perched above
your head
my soul soars higher.

Pregnant Woman, Otto Dix, Worcester Art Museum
Posted in Art, Musings, Photography


Midland Antiques 2/12/2017

The past has happened. Somewhere a message exists, sands of time to brush away. A future to mold and comprehend.

These doors would be great to repurpose. Whose hands have touched them? Whose hands will continue to control the expanse of time? Whose vision births a new day?

 “All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too; the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order; order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.” — Otto Dix

Otto Dix, German Expressionist The movement was conceived in opposition of Impressionism. The Expressionist painted with raw passion. Creating emotionally dramatic images with pure color and striking originality. 

The Nun, 1914 Otto Dix