Sunday, August 05, 2012

"It's all here in your head." - what to be or not to be.

Oscar Pistorius as a paradigm of hope ...

“You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head.” – Sorting Hat, from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.

Nothing but thinking makes it so.

You may oppose me. My circumstances may make it difficult. I can think of myself as subject to these circumstances. I may dwell on my poor luck, my pain, my lack of opportunity, the unfairness of life and others – but then that is all there is because that is all there is then.

My circumstances may or may not improve of their own accord. To wait on this improvement makes me powerless. This is what I have now. These are my circumstances and if I want I thing – if there is some goal to be achieved then I had better find the work around. I had better find the patience and the perseverance otherwise I am a victim, otherwise I am a leaf on the stream without the ability to affect the course of my life.

I do not wish to be a victim, not yours or anyone’s. If I want a thing I had better engage in the process and not allow a single moment or circumstance to define me.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

@ Bill Busta's

I will be in the Gallery with my work at Bill Busta's Saturday, June 9th, 2 pm to 4 pm.

My show is up through June 16, 2012. Be sure to check it out and to support all the other great art things Cleveland has to offer.

William Busta Gallery

Panoramic view of install at Busta's. My work is now in the front gallery. photo: Mike Wallace

Somnabulist III, acrylic on canvas, 2012, photo: Mike Wallace

Bill Busta maintains a beautiful space. A rare professional space here in Cleveland where we haven’t yet developed enough of an art market base to support a lot of these – but we’ll get there.

My work is currently up at Busta’s, along with Don Harvey’s, Darius Stewart, Susan Umbenhour, and Andrea Joki. Really excellent company if I do say so myself.

Andrea Joki, Reservoir, 2012, oil and acrylic on linen

Other notes:

This Friday there’s an opening at the Sculpture Center – Cleveland: The Sculpture Center Show Details

On View at Zygote through July 7, the 2012 Quarter Exhibition:
Zygote Press Website

At SPACES through July 13, Essence Unique Shrine and Showroom, + :
SPACES Website

Coming soon Baazarbeque III @ Forum Art Space:
Forum Art Space Blog

MOCA Cleveland Gala Opening Weekend October 5 - 8, 2012:
MOCA Cleveland Website

Sunday, May 13, 2012


The primary ingredient of our humanity is a search for relevance. All of us crave a place in the world, the feeling that we somehow matter. It is kindness, compassion, the greatest sort of good to allow for this. It is for this that we perform. It is for this that we do all that we do. At the root of this longing is a personal sense of identity. How we see ourselves is the script to our performance. This identity is formed by the voices in our heads. These voices will tell us what we will allow ourselves. Am I to be a victim? The servant of others? A liar, a thief, a misanthrope? A saint, a star, an artist? A lover of small things and large? A heart of ambition? – an internal permission to love and be loved. Somehow these things I want to say remain unclear. The things I have dwelt on it seems like forever. Let me confess it. One there is a god – it is the voice in our head. We can rescript that voice. There is a god – it is the chorus of voices that makes culture; that makes meaning. There is a heaven and a hell – it’s all right here – in “your” head. Really, really, really – we make the world we live in. If you want a kind world, then you must be kind. If you want a happy world, you must be happy and you must share it with others. You must trust to be trusted. You must give the benefit of the doubt. To be free you must be free. If you want to be loved, you must love. Whatever ethic you say you hold, you must enact it. – You must see the horizon to know the curve of the earth. I have decided to give over. I am giving over.

Saturday, February 04, 2012

mal amant.

Je t’aime. Toujours. Ma entité assiégé, mais mon coeur est fort. Je n’oublie pas.