Here's an abstract piece I've been working on for a while... It's hugeish - roughly 3 x 4.5 feet, and posessed by a (I think) wonderful chaotic energy. Still chugging away like I'm supposed to! 

Art production

Here's a simple question to send your way:
What good is being an artist who thinks great thoughts but doesn't
actually *do* art?

And that's it for now...

To add some levity to the discussion. Part of being an artist is producing regularly, and here's an enthusiastic gremlin to let you know I'm thinking about fall... 

done

the day is done

like some overcooked
rice pudding
crunchy and bleak round the outsides a
soft
sickly
sweet centre
that tries like

some desperately late train

rushing who knows where?
for who knows why?

to make us feel
that this day had some special
purpose
it's just not quite sure of
what it was
and now

the station's past
the pudding's
just an empty bowl
charred chunks sticking to its ribs
and the day that was

is
gone