Artist Statement

Corporate guy, Big man
I do not fit the convention

I’m risk taking, life changing
I’ll give you a broader vision

From pure emotion, to the lyrics I spit
I charm the animals like Orpheus

It isn’t just an afterthought
yayaya just appreciate my art

I’m doing what I want to do
Life is Life. I represent you

Past. Present. And the ties between
To be human and what it means

Virtual catalyst for discussion
Besides not denigrating anyone

Inspired by people from all walks of life
Acceptance? It was safer to keep quiet!


it’s gonna be epic!

This time tomorrow life shall be grand
Oh, we shall all be drunken friends!

What will we do on this fateful eve?
Exchange pleasantries, go somewhere cheap?

Rocking out to whatever’s on
80’s and 90’s metal/pop songs?

Chilling out at a club
ZOMG you totally should!

Or eat, drink and play Wii
Best way to celebrate anything!

Looking forward to shenanigans?
Seriously though, that’s a plan!

The city, the Valley will be packed
We all know the party’s where you’re at!

amazes me…

Stuffed kitten from a crane machine
A pair of knitted socks
Crappy mini suitcase
Full of crappy make-up

Screen printed puppies
On a yellow pullover
From a 99 cent store

Christmas parties suck for me
My friends all get me chocolate
One ‘gift set’ of toiletries
Nasty and caustic

Secret Santa Party
Ho-ho-hold on one second
Best part of December
But books aren’t presents!

no worries tutti-frutti

Hello anyone. hello are you?
I don’t believe it, but it’s true.

Young, cute and slightly mad
Your portrait. Who painted that?

Uber awesome and also fab
Tends to be a total slack job

Outside, went on a wee walk
Hanging around legendary folk

Captive of tonight’s celebration
Go. There will be hours of fun!

Won’t work out for some reason
Sudden change, as I perceive it

Disappeared just like magic
Because you like to be inactive

La Luna di Miele

Bridge after bridge and naked hill
Turn toward him I seem to tremble
Loud waters finding myself more
Together we search the tangled shore
A mile or a little less he leaps aside
Late in the afternoon an angry cry
Poorly worded such things were said
Thought and uttered, “Why should I beg?”

The rumble; sorrowfully separate
From paradise I never expected

Long or short shooting death glares
In furious heat it became clear…

Must. Not. Think.

Then, undisturbed we slept together
White statues, anthromorphic figures

The moon is on the water somewhere
It must be over there