At present time I work in areas of this world where shadows are deep, the night is forever and winds calm the summer starlit skies whilst I gather together railroad cars and operate switches with a lantern to guide me.  I am out at times as late as 4:00 AM and crawl home sore yet safe and satisfied that I did a good job getting my train in one piece, back to its point of origin.  I do this 5 times a week.  I am drawn to the city at night.  The city of lights and countless people stirring at all hours in a weird and climate surreal.  I am reminded at times of Dahlgren by Samuel R. Delany.  It is a world of decay and ruin.  It is Amerika in decline.  Our industrial back bone is mostly gone now.  I feel I am witness to the transition of Amerika from industrial super power to something new, and who is to say if the revolution will one day bring something better for all. 

   The Poet's Garret is a place I intend to spend time writing and drawing.  It will be free of the NET.  This will allow focus on artistic work.  I will include more drawings here for the archive.  I lack currently the ability to upload new work however in good time I will share my latest efforts.  I hope you enjoy them.  Best wishes to my beloved Merricat and my next of immediately family.  They remain for me a foundation that allows purpose and mission.  I realized that whether I am with a significant other or not, I still serve my family regardless.  It is not an option. 

    I also continue rescuing animals.  Three turtles saved and one baby ground hog only just recently.  I only wish I could stop all the turtles from being ran over out on the death strip, the place where once as a lad I to was mowed down by a speeding motorist.  I believe that the incident allowed the art work shown here and other efforts creative on my part to manifest.  I was idled and allowed to look inward to my imagination.  And my imagination is very lively.  I draw what is within.  I sometimes get ideas from pictures viewed or feelings felt, perhaps a statement can even generate a new direction in pen and ink.  I welcome all to comment on the art work at hand and if you can find inspiration here, please let me know.  Please share your ideas, invite me to visit your gallery and perhaps together we can create something this world has never known.  I still have not found another artist work who is close to mine in style. I follow in the footsteps of Hannes Bok, Virgil Finlay, Joseph Mugnaini and Dorothy P. Lathrop to name a few.  Best wishes to my companion artist and free thinkers and Long May you Run. 

This Mothers day, for me,  is a sad one.  She departed this current realm in which we dwell on 09 January 2014.  We had one of the worst snow storms prior to her leaving. I was out of power for 3 days and so dealing with keeping sub zero temperatures from destroying the House Of Blue.  When the power came back I attempted to contact her and wished to stop by.  Her husband Jim said she was asleep and could not see visitors.  This continued for two days in a row and a Thursday Morning I got messages while at work for me to call my father and Jim as well.  She had passed away at 9:00 AM.  She had fought breast cancer and the complications of it for over 4 years.  It has been one of the hardest things in my life to deal with.  My mother and I were like twins in so many ways so a part of me is missing now.  I could say however that a part of her lives on in me.  I continue to carry out her work in assisting animals and talking to friends.  Mother always was very communicative, never lacking something interesting to say.  She told me her mind worked on 5 different levels continuously.  I have the same gift or curse depending on how you look at this.  I miss her.  I have trouble wanting to talk with her and not being able to.  So I speak with her in my dreams and daily thoughts.  Thank you mother for creating me and guiding me to this point in life.  Know that you live on through others. And to you a happy Mothers day I do wish.