The Overtake: Mother Nature’s Wrath

Volcano rips unsuspecting church community


“On the Way”



Inside my lover's head

“Revolution’s Forgotten”

Painted with acrylic, this piece depicts the idea of cultural denial. Denial of the rich to the poor. I titled it in this way (calling it “Revolution’s Forgotten”) to draw in the political conversations about the French Revolution; you know the one, about wreckage and the breakdown of the social order of things; violence and civil unrest.  Due to elite decadence. This painting was inspired by a trip I took to Paris, in 2001.  I was affected by the stories of France’s revolutionary past when visiting The Louvre. Ah, I saw such artistic representations of the struggle for “Equalité, Liberté et Fraternité” – and found it breathtaking. Being French of course probably had something to do with it. 

I also saw Les Misérables at the Savoy theatre, in London, at that time, so that had something to do with it as well. My impressions are conveyed:  The painting, like this,  is supposed to illustrate the traditionally understood notion of juxtaposition.  Explored -on- a canvas.  For example; the wide gap between rich and the poor.  It can be polarized as an image in one’s mind when depicted in art.

Hopefully that’s what the painting captures for you. I tried to paint this idea of two-dimensionality, as if trying to be a copy-cat of, say, Chagall’s style.  My theme is of course aristocratic decadence gone awry. Defeated.  But, all but momentarily, as we know from history. Three socialite ladies remain. Dressed in their once prefect-and-fancy wears they are tattered and yet still, the ladies are absorbed only in themselves.  This is contrasted against soot-covered street men, looking so devious.  Like a fresh mob.  On the make, just waiting there, watching, happy for the looting that’s just taken place.  This, surrounded, by, but a backdrop of broken grails and damaged railings of what was once a classic Courtyard;  in the distance; dilapidated boats symbolize the squandering of the rich. 

These are signs of the ruins of the revolution.  A suffering of the people and a society in  a power transition.  Somehow amidst all this devastation – there is a boy (a sort of French version of the Oliver Twist character).  Looking right out.  Peering out from the surreal – to us, the viewer.  He is the only active subject; perhaps, signaling the days to come. Not necessarily good days but hard days, to come.

“Universal Universe”

Don’t know what to say about this one.  Altogether too much going on to pinpoint only one thing. Think of it as a painting of different signs or message; ideas or ways of thinking all through time.  Together, here, in a composite.  Emphasis: Eden and then its rejection; in favour of an eastern theme. 

Message/Signs through the ages

“Memory of El Rincon”

Good-day. That’s a lighthouse and well, one of my favourite paintings. Not sure why.  I painted it when I returned from Baya having spent 10 wonderful days in a place called El Rincon on the peninsula.  It’s virtually a desert area; definitely the real-outback of ‘Merico’ but, surrounding it, the warm Gulf-of-Mexico water. This piece is a scene in my mind’s eye. Near, Inn at Rincon where friends and I were staying.  Needless to say artistically my image is more fantasized than the reality. But yes, I did see that horse. My memory of the beauty of this part of the world — simply — incomparable.

“Cockatiel in eternity”

When I was a teenager my mother got me a bird, a cockatiel, for getting an A in biology. This painting is my memory of him.  I named him Pele. He gave me a lot of joy.

Wow, just found an old pic of my bird (Feb 20, 2015) looking through an old hard-drive. Sweet! My cockatiel name Pele, 1989Pele is the one on the left. The all grey-one was his girlfriend. 🙂

“Wild Horses Collide”


Painted with Acrylic in 2009. This is one of my favourites.  Hope you like it too.

“Oh, to be free”

Watercolour painting. My attempt at “pretty” art.

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