poster for the play I am directing: BAD BOYS

design by me. 

hi. (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Control (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Just One More Fairy Tale (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

acrylic sketch of The Vase 4"x 8"- after Waterhouse

The Wishing Fairy self-portrait (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Postcard for Memphis show (Aug. 24): A Tale of Wings and Strings

Puppet (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Seduction (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Puppet Master (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Confusion (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

the night's poem

together
we are calm
we are safe
enfolded
in a love
no future can
erase
for the grace of this moment
lasts
forever...
scent
sound
touch
taste
in this NOW infinite present
we boldly
take up space
and know ourselves to be
sacred
together.

Ophelia's Note

I entrusted my soul to you,

my would be king.

You became my new God.

O how I spread my innocence for the taking!

Do you not know what madness you sow?

Where once there was ‘holy, holy, holy’,

now only demented desires grow.

 

I am Ophelia again and again...

Wanting you more than my birth -

my reincarnated sin.

The castles and ways may change

but the blossom of desperation 

stays the same. 

As for the memory of your arms? 

I still feel no regret, 

no shame.

Zeus confronting Poseidon

time traveling...

as Frida...

Two of my dearest friends: My father (Rip Coleman), and Neil Gaiman

The Sea Ghost

...the sea ghost walks by still waters and waits for Poseidon to rise again, to swallow her whole... waiting is her gift, her offering... each step upon the sand, each line upon her face her sacrifice freely given. Her tears an open invitation, her laughter an open invocation to her love - the ever changing lord of the deep.

The Mermaid (after Waterhouse) 3' x 4'

Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death. 

Pablo Neruda

NYC

Life Drawing (wings added)

indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

neil.

Oh. Thank God.

Self Portrait surrounded by the whirl wind of my thoughts

cabal the wonder dog

Prince of Fantasy Neil Gaiman

My sketches during a lecture on Darwin at UCONN

Barak Obama

i heart Bob Dylan

My mommy.

Gargoyle locket sketch

Doe Woman 1 cover

Stardust perfume label art: Yvain (story by Neil Gaiman, perfume by Bpal)

song

Should I be good?

A Callanish Dream

The Scarlet Witch -comic book super hero (self-portrait)

Currently showing in GALLERY 1988

"A Tribute to Stan Lee"