It's been a while part two...

Things are finally settling down after the move.  My daughter and I closed on the house on June 28th and it has been non stop since!  Below are images of the home and while most of the 1st floor is done we still have painting to do in the foyer and stairwell.  I've also started work on the basement as you can see below.  A quick wall deciding my work room from the game room.   At the same time I required a small studio at 333 Midland which is about 8 minutes away.  Will be doing my painting work there.  It's good to be back in Detroit and its even better to be actively producing art again.

Living room

Puppies corner.

Dinging room turned library

Kitchen nook

Kitchen

Workroom in progress

And the studio:

My Perfect Woman - The Detroit Dirty Show...

Very proud to have this piece, My Perfect Woman, included in the Detroit Dirty Show!

Now that the show is over, this piece is for sale!  It measures 18"w x 24"t x 7.5"d, it is made of fiberglass and painted in oils.  Price is $3,200 which does not include shipping.  Interested parties should email me with their address so I can calculate shipping costs.

Visit http://www.dirtydetroit.com/ for tickets they sell out very fast!

Opening day for The Sacred Feminine

Opening day is rapidly approaching for The Sacred Feminine show.  This is the first show my daughter curated and I could not be more proud of her.  The selection of art is fantastic.  I hope to see many of you there. 

And for those interested, I will be there all 4 days of the show and will be opening my studio to the public... stop on by.

Here is an image just after moving in and you will see art there for the above show, it's now much more organized and workable.

Arts in the Park...

Freeland Michigan, come see great art, have some great food and wine and listen to live music!!!

I will be there on September 10th

I care for you

“I care for you" she wrote, not thinking about the impact of her words, simple words... "I care for you" You would not think much of them on a normal day, but, this day was not just any day... It was the day you read the words "I care for you" and actually read them, after all you’re a guy such things just don't seem to click, you know, not like when you’re a chick?

"I care for you"... what the hell does that mean?  Really... are they words to appease, not to offend, do you really mean, "I care for you?"  Perhaps words of affection that your trying to send, "I care for you"... don't want to append!

"I care for you" are such words, could mean anything, I'm a guy after all and things need to be spelled out for me.  I am meant to fix things, build things, and help in any way I can... sharing what I consider to be mine, my thoughts are tough.  "I care for you" are words that have a load of power; they can cause fear, joy and sometimes even make you feel like jumping off a tower!

"I care for you"... words to live by, but for someone who's just a guy, there, should be some instruction manual nearby, though, because I am a guy I'll probably not read it, and then, defend my actions till the bitter end, and still wonder about those simple words... "I care for you"

A place in my heart

You will always have a place in my heart,
I knew this to be true right from the start,
The passion between us was strong,
Nothing in my world at the time was wrong.

We have shared so many things,
There were times making love,
Was as if we both had wings,
and with bodies entwined,
as if the universe was watching from above.

Passion and touch,
lips that fit mine,
You will always have a place in my heart,
I knew this to be true right from the start.

She was

She was the kind that made you take a chance,
The kind that gave you that subtle glance,
When things were good they were the best,
But now all i have time for is rest.

Because she was the kind of girl that made you take a chance.
Turning love into a fight,
Always taking that no win stance,
She could never admit you the one who was right.

She was full of fun and adventure,
Never looking back at her self loathing indenture,
She pushed people away at the speed of light,
Always claiming to be right.

She was the kind of girl that made you take a chance,
The kind of girl that was full of pop and circumstance,
For her it was all about visual clues,
But in reality she was singing the blues.

Because she was the kind of girl that made you take a chance.
Turning love into a fight,
Always taking that no win stance,
She could never admit you the one who was right,
Because she was full of pop and circumstance.

Someone to save...

I need someone to save,
some one to rescue,
my life is empty without love,
empty without knowing how to behave.

I need someone to save,
through turmoil and strife,
salvation comes in only one form,
that is to safe life.

I need someone to save,
I need to hold what I know is true,
I need the touch,
of a woman's love.

Creativity abounds me through and through,
I need someone to save,
because alone I can never come through,
life is nothing unless we see,
the reality that is the giving tree.

I need someone to save,
someone to rescue,
not for them,
because it is for me!

Out of the ether his evil comes

The time in-between,
 not dark, nor light,
the ether is in the mist,
his evil comes.

When times are hard,
and things are scarce,
the ether becomes the mist,
and his evil still comes.

The poor, once middle class,
now destined to for-ever be,
the one and only last,
and the ether greats us every day,
and his evil overcomes.

We look aside as not to see,
those who need, those who breathe,
and the horror of what is required to be,
in the ether his evil consumes us.

She stood in my doorway

On a silent day in June,
with all forms of life in bloom,
there was a knock at my door,
with the bright blue sky and sun,
there she was standing in my doorway.

A loving embrace,
a moment to taste,
the air thick with passion,
and loving distraction.

Bodies old once new,
to watch the sun,
glide through a Van Gogh blue,
now feelings of frolic and fun,
give way to the passions of life on the run.

Rolling to hold her body now gone,
as my eyes open wide I see,
the shape of things to come,
her body in the distance wild and free,
her instincts telling her to run from me,
there she was standing in the doorway.

The first one...

It has to be you,
the first one to say,
the things on your mind,
that you love me to.

It has to be you to start a conversation,
I have tried with all my heart,
just to be kept in isolation.

I will stay here for eternity,
because I cannot do more,
so it will have to be you,
the first one to say,
life has been empty,
that something is missing.

It will have to be you,
to send a letter,
confirmation that you exist,
a short note,
one that makes things better,
one that does persist.

It will have to be you,
taking the higher road,
but image the relief,
when you are able to unload,
even if you keep it brief.

Simply put,
it will have to be you...

I long for the day...

I long for the day when you realize we were meant to be,
that regardless of space and time you are here with me,
I long for the day when our hearts are healed,
when both of our fates are eternally sealed.

I long for the day when you are in my arms,
where I can keep you safe from any harm,
I long for the day when our lips once again touch,
because I know you miss me that much.

I long for the day when you come to me and say,
the things once thought are a trillion miles away,
I long for nights of passion and desire,
along with the mornings after,
both of us embracing in a hot shower.

I long for so much because I know it is true,
the love and heart ache that we both have gone through,
I long for you to realize that true love is not sex,
nor time together or the universe as seen from the city,
it is the way we both feel given the possibility,
that our worlds have been altered by the other,
I long for you to finally see that there is no other!

My love is enduring and deep,
it is expressed in my writings,
in my art and in my actions.

Someday you will see the things I long for you to see,
though I know you must in your time, in your way,
with out my presence setting you free,
I long for this day while kneeling on one knee!

The actions of others

I have seen people at their worst possible moments, people are dark, complex and to be honest quite scary!  When I say I have seen this I mean to say I have been the head of security at three hotels near Detroit Metro Airport, I have worked with the local police, the DEA, the FBI and the Secret Service on various incidents and dignitary type visits to the area.  I have seen my share of death and how people react to it, I have even seen how horrible people can be when mass death occurs as I was one of the first responders to the crash of flight 255 at metro airport.  I have seen first hand how despicable people can be on large scales.  A while after that I became a reserve police officer for the city of Dearborn Heights, MI and again found out how stupid people are in general.  So when I say I have seen how the actions of others affect people I truly do mean it!

That said the following story still baffles me to this day!

In 2010 I started dating a woman (my marriage all but over at this time) who lived in Europe.  I guess I did not mind the distance because we saw each other on skype or spoke every day.  In November of that year I finally got brave enough to go there and visit her.  It was without a doubt the most fun I had ever had, the sex was great, the food was great and the scenery was fantastic.  I took several thousand photographs that trip and still look back fondly at them.  That trip was a week long action packed moment in time.

Several days after I had returned to the states, I received a panic phone call from her indicating that "someone" had created a fake Facebook account and had sent her then boyfriend who had just purposed to her in March of that very same year, her parents and herself an email.  She had asked if I had seen it or gotten a copy of it, I had not and to my amazement within moments the fake Facebook person sent me a copy as well.  Interesting I thought, and timely.  The email essentially described the fact that I had made the trip as well as things that were done on that trip that only she and I knew.  She accused me of telling everyone about the trip, telling everyone what we had done, that was confusing because I was not sure "who" everyone was considering I was not about to tell my wife or daughter and my time spent in my art studio I was alone 99.9 percent of the time!

I told her to calm down we would find out who did this somehow.  I was able to extract and save the entire Facebook page set up by this person and quickly discovered that there was a great deal of data imbedded in it.  I spent a few days pulling out what I could and then discovered what was a list of i.p. addresses.  At the time I thought they were nothing more then the addresses for those visiting the page.  I would soon find out the truth!

I purchased a piece of software the allowed me to enter the addresses and trace them.  They were not as it turns out individual addresses, they were all linked together and lead me to the person who created the Facebook page.  The results took only an hour to discover and because I had trouble lifting my jaw off the table at seeing the results I reran the trace several dozen times!  The trace lead me back to her, right down to her computer name.  Confused I wondered why exactly she would do this, why she would lie about it!  I decided not to tell her, but to point her in a different direction so I could some how verify this potentially damaging information.  So I concocted a lame story about someone else and every-time it was brought up I deflected it to: I need time, results need to be sure...blah, blah, blah.

When I say they were not i.p. addresses from individuals I mean they were of computers but the way the internet works when you visit a site you reach across many computers, the software I purchased traced a line from each i.p. address back to the only person who could have created the fake Facebook page.  Now I needed to verify what I had found out.  One of the things she would do was get ready for bed and fall asleep while I worked on my art while we were on Skype.  It was one of those things I enjoyed about our time together.  None the less during one of these Skype sessions I fired up the software I had purchased and ran a live trace.  One of the things I had discovered about the internet was that if a computer could reuse a known pathway it would.  The result of this trace was in fact nearly identical to the one above.  The most damning part of it was the fact that both traces pointed directly to her phone/internet service provider all the way down to her computer name.  They were identical on both traces!

Why would someone do this?  Was the question that kept creeping into my head.  Why would someone put her parents through such a thing let alone the man she claimed to want to marry, though the later was a bit sketchy considering she had been having affairs since he proposed just months before.  Maybe it was a way to break it off from him, maybe it was a way to anger her parents enough so they would leave her alone.  I really don't know, things got very crazy with both our lives in the months ahead and I would never talk about it, I never told her of the results I had found.  I did talk to a few other very close friends looking for some sort of reality check but again life got in the way so it was never discussed with her.

The actions of others are as confusing as ever, they hurt, they cause doubt in this case they were designed to hurt others.  She was one that used the word "hate" very often regardless if it was about a thing or person all the while claiming to be a "nice" person.  I do think she is full of hate, but hate mostly for herself.  That hate unfortunately gets misdirected onto others, her family, her friends, even her lovers.  I am most frustrated with the fact that she never came clean about this, I gave her endless opportunity, she kept to her story like the perfect little liar.

After seeing her once more here in the states and then again in her home town our relationship had come to a close, we tried on a few occasions to speak but the anger between us was and is still much to great.  My anger at having discovered who she really is will prevent me from ever communicating with her again.  I enjoyed the good times we spent together but someone that devious would stop at nothing to hurt others.  On a side note she did admit hacking into my email and Facebook that first week we spent together in Europe, oddly enough her reasoning was she did not trust me.  Not a way to start a relationship with someone, then again maybe all she wanted was to use me to drive a wedge further between her parents, her boyfriend and herself.  I don't know anymore as I question the reality of it all!

The actions of others cause pain and hurt, if she ever makes it back to my blog and reads this it will be the first time she discovers that I know/have known the truth of her actions, that I am embarrassed for her because of them, as I have been since the second I discovered it!

If there was passion in the world.

If there,
was passion,
in this world,
it would be you!

If there was passion,
in this world,
it would be true,
life would be as we see it.

If there was passion,
pain would no longer exist,
the desperate and lonely,
would not persist.

I wish for passion to be in every soul,
but I realize the world is what it is,
so passion takes a back seat to everyday things,
It will start with me because my heart sings.

I hope your world is filled to the brim,
with passion and love.

She is a ghost

She is a ghost that haunts me to this day,
she was the one who gave my life away,
I spend time in a thought delusion,
wondering if my life has become an illusion.

She is the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart,
life's surprises never reveal,
the plans for allowing you to heal.

She is a ghost who haunts me to this day,
the one whose inspiration invites me to play,
she tastes like the summer sun,
making love our bodies become one.

She's the one who owns my heart,
the one who has torn my life apart...

It seems you have a lot to say...

I see the attempts,
the daily visits,
whatever the reason,
whatever the cause,
the only way to reach me now,
is a hand written letter.

It seems you have a lot to say,
as if your words would make me sway,
if you want to speak,
if you want your voice to be heard,
then send me a hand written letter.

I know you think of the time we spent,
together in loving embrace,
I know satisfaction has been absent,
I know my words play in your mind,
regardless of who or the time.

So the only way to communicate,
is to write a hand written letter,
that may instill the seed of desire,
one that will overcome distrust,
hate and anger.

It's pretty simple at this point,
just write me a hand written letter,
like the ones you have in the past,
that in your heart you say you are better.

You know I love you,
you know I am in need,
and yet,
all it takes is a hand written letter!

Photographs

Photographs of a couple I once knew
happy loving and true

Photographs of travel and adventure
to places near and far

Photographs of love and desire
of a couple that could not expire

Photographs of a couple I once knew

Photographs that were once of me and you.

If I could describe the taste of you...

If I could describe the taste of you,
it would taste like the color of midnight blue,
wandering in the mid day sun,
leads to nights of vintage Cosecha red,
where glittering days of midnight sun,
playing with times of proposals undone.

If I could describe the taste of you,
it would be like the earths watery hue,
a giant pearl in the blackness of space,
and life's eternal torment,
regarding the human race.

Notions of love and saving grace,
are filtering moments in the deadness of space,
but the universe is a mysterious place,
giving hope to notions of love and saving grace.

The tasting of you fills my lungs with pleasure,
like finding the universe in your eyes,
and a world of untold treasure,
sweet dreams go by every night,
while notions of tasting you take flight.

We spend our days in the delicate dance of life,
our nights sleeping off drunken strife,
the taste of you imbedded in my soul,
time and aging taking its toll,
all the while trying to describe the taste of you,
wondering what I've got to do,
with these notions of tasting you.

If you only knew

For the one who never stops inspiring me~
 
If you only knew,
the times I've started painting you,
only to get discouraged to follow through,
if you only new the things I have written,
looking back at when there was a word smitten.

If you only knew,
the things you have inspired,
how I have dreamt of you when I was tired,
only to wake alone yet again,
as if before life ever began.

If you only knew,
the things I have wanted to say,
but kept my feelings locked up every day,
I look at old photographs and close my eyes,
as if to travel back to those wondrous skies.

If you only knew,
the times I have spent exploring you,
how many times I have traveled,
down those dangerous curves,
if you only knew how often I think of you.

You would know that life,
would not be the same had I never met you.

I've spent a lifetime loving you

You know who you are,
The one whose stories with me will be written about,
You know who I am,
I know who you are...

I know if we were talking you would have already called to wish me a happy birthday,
I know you thought of me today because I see you've been here to visit,
I know everyday I am in your thoughts,
I know that you wish things had been different.

I know the truth and so do you,
I know despite our troubles we still desire,
I know the truth in who I am,
I know that everyday I still think of you,
I know the truth in what we had,
I know the truth in what we were supposed to be.

I know the truth!