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Art & Healing

Sometimes life grabs and breaks your spirit leaving you only a hint of hope.

Yeah! Hear yea this: Trust for thine eyes shall see thee heal

Doest thou speaks by the question. Shalt thou, surely yes indeed, waste temper for in thine mind’s eye thou walketh through the valley of darkness? Does it not be envies or vain intent? That the path’s choices given thee to stroke up witnesses against self, makest yeh frighten thine own soul? Is there promise entwined to hope for you who are within me! Fear not where thou self-seeth of all past, present, and future comings.

Yea mine! Ask of Thee, doest thine soul rest in places of thoughts made silent by one’s will? Do heed to this, or mourn for thy Spirit lie to thee. Trust for thine own hands when transformed shall reveal to thee thy truth for thine eyes shalt see that what they seek that which is real: then ye shall know if thine self is in darkness.  Yea Spirits lie; doest It wait for a screaming tremble, or does

though not hear? Trust for thine eyes shall see.

However, triune Known or Unknown is where I am.

Darkest Hour

Black Tempra paint on paper, 24 X 18

Androgyny, 6′ X 3′ Gesso and Flat Black Tempera on paper
Grief has no gender Identity

Five Minutes

Just-five-minutes, 6′ X 4′ Charcoal & Gesso on paper

Wondering Man

Loneliness gives birth to isolation


Catholic Decision, Oil on Canvas 4′ x 3′
Not all Decisions are Equal Rights vs. Civil Rights

Inner thoughts

Introspection, 6′ X 3′ Flat Black Tempera and Gesso on Paper

Child Life Prayer

A child cries for a life he will never have

Scared awake

Dreams sometimes scare me awake


Dark Shadow Knows

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