His Orgasmic Face                           Below The Staircase  Birth Morning is like a birth. I am bursting through  a cracked shell. Pushed from a womb. Unaware of my form, forced into existence. I remove slime from my eyes. Part my pasty lips with a yawn for life. I am alive again, from lying dormant  during the night.  Parts of my body, tender and sore from an unconscious struggle. Into life I take form. Greeted by the songs of hysterical birds. Then quite an ache stings my first thought. I have to find purpose, In which causes my blood to flow.  

The Dragon ( Inspired by my favorite trunpeter Lee Morgan )                           Nude Man Relaxing After A Bath 2nd version  The Dragon ( For my favorite trumpeter Lee Morgan ) He is considered the dragon  Because he takes the stage with a vengeance. And the wrath of fire exits his trumpet. The scream of ancestors, from this throat of slender brass. The drums rattle in his pulse, as he awakens the earth. And the motives of demons are shattered  by the highest notes of unmuted trumpet fire.   

Man Wearing A Hoodie ( 2nd version ) Quilted Patterns ( 2nd version ) Blue Testimony  Let the winds of change Pluck the strings of a guitar  I am unable to obtain. For my voice must recite the blues, on its own. It is my story, my pain, climbing the walls of truth and spiritual injustice.  The wretched days possess my time. But not my soul. Neither shall they hook claws into my stories, that are told, by this singing ache, I must release. It is my blues. My testimony. I realize that being a " niche " artist gets a person alot of attention on Instagram. And I could be this type of artist, but I would also be miserable. It works well, for some, but not others. I am a very complex individual. There are several layers that define me as a person. I can focus on one particular subject, for a period of time. But, I will have to change my focus, to other things that matter to me, in my life. And this might not interest my followers, or any potential newcomers. But it is the risk,...

1. Expression                             2. Man With Leg Raised Behind Him ( pen & ink wash version ) A Blues Revisited  How did I miss this? This loneliness, from long ago. It died, when new heights  were revealed, in my spirit. Or, so I thought. But here it is again. On this wretched evening. Slithering through my silence. My favorite rock band is The Doors. And I began to write poetry, after being inspired by the band's lead singer, Jim Morrison. He influenced alot of my earlier writings, when I discovered how powerful words can be in my own life. I wrote poems often, whenever there were random thoughts, anxiety and depressive episodes. It helped me survive the horrors of my teenage years. Jim Morrison's creative expression, taught me, that freedom exists in poetry, and a source that is infinite, resides within myself.  

Ain't Thinkin' 'Bout It ( pen & ink wash version ) Self Portrait 2015  

1. Man Kneeling In Tank Top And Briefs 2. Man Wearing Sweat Suit With Pants Rolled At The Knee 3. Portrait Adapted From The Red Bikini Drawing (pen & ink version)   

1. Bodybuilders ( colored pencil version )  2. Lover Man                                   3. The Striving Oak                        4. The Striving Oak ( preliminary drawing ) I wonder if my writing will reawaken, after the absence of doing so, on this blog. But, I have been going through numerous changes, lately, that altered my creative perspective and method. There are more drawings, that exist, of a very explicit nature, because I created them before such changes happened. But, I no longer want to express sexuality so graphically, as before in my art. I now have been drawing works, from a more romantic and monogamous perspective. It is the way that I feel now, about relationships, between two men, who love each other. The trauma of past relationships, caused me to explore a more casual, and less committed behavior anong gay men....