A friend called me excitedly last year out of the blue. “I have an idea for one of your spiral paintings. What if you did all of Trump’s craziest tweets?” Reading every one of Trump’s tweets was the equivalent of being ball-gagged at a punishingly loud speed metal concert where all the musicians are naked junkie hookers screaming renditions of the Star Spangled Banner through terrifying face tattoos. Your sense of balance, humanity, decency and the future is destroyed and yet

Burnt, Acrylic, American flag and inkjet book cover on canvas, 35″ x 19″ 2017. AVAILABLE. “I’m jus’ pain covered with skin.” John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath My Beautiful America … What has come of our utopian experiment? Our chorus of voices? New paintings sing old songs. Longing songs. Shocking songs. Each a wish. A soft light In a dark corner. Easy on the eyes Robust, complex, yet Grieving, burnt and forlorn. Dystopian American novels. Shorn of novelty. Shredd