
Life is so many colorful circles within a circle. And so many wandering pathways that connect them all.

A three-spoke wheel that turns with static friction enough to spark lightning or, at least, to make one’s hair stand!

I like to start a drawing from a single point like an idea opening up! Varied lines evolve along the outward paths as I go. It is quite satisfying to see what blossoms.

Like music bubbling up and whirling out of my minds ear, this abstraction strikes a visually resonant chord with me and, hopefully, with you.

Like in dreams, the third eye sees out from, or into another dimension.

Negative space defines it, sans feminine profile.

Can you escape the abject scrutiny of these sharp stares?

Divine intervention transformed a simple cross shape into something more. Methinks I was afflicted!

….as I rose! I drew this piece right after I woke up one morning and it just bloomed on the page, famous Gertrudes notwithstanding.

I must have been enjoying a cold beer when I was drawing this, as it so goes with my grain.

This work is a memory snapshot of the system diagram of a turbo-encabulator that I became familiar with in a previous alien life!

Like a many-masted ship, this piece floats on a sea of pulp heavy with graphite cargo.

Colored lines loosely coalesce as facial forms that burn with the seriousness of healers and the intensity of warriors, bent on your attention or capitulation…or else!

Is it just me or does this look like some kind of cephalopod tentacleing its way to a meal of your mind?