A little boy finds a surprise among the watercolor and crayon clover.

This art celebrates the precious little ferret babies of my dear friend, Rita. May God always richly bless you, my girl!

One of many illustrations to come as a part of my upcoming novel, "The Key".

Married, and then engaged in a kiss. This is done with inks and limestone.

This is a stylized piece of art that celebrates the beauty and rarity of this magnificent species. Endangered, it would be horrible to see these creatures vanish from our world.

Who we behold changes who we are.
Our new life with him begins
as silence and I climb out of the car.
Who am I now, will I carry his sins
in this hidden little hovel,
small and unclean!
Is to be our new nowhere home,
set in the center of a nowhere scene?
The whole human world has left this place alone.
Little and scared I vanished,
trying to hide from who he was.
I was afraid of him too.
Was evil simply right for you?
His fists are hard,
and all the guns on earth, at his command.
How could I stand
against this wicked, cold man?
Best to cry alone.
My little secret.
Or everyone dies!

Raped in the snow.
Why me?!
Can't you stop this?
You know, "It's good!" he said,
but inside, I knew
that part of me learned to hide,
perhaps had died.
Was that the end for you?
Was that all you saw?
Why can't you see?!
Made-up little girl for him,
what he'd made of me?

Seven to Nine.
I said nothing.
Seven to Nine.
I was nothing.
Seven to Nine.
Where was God for me?
From Seven to Nine,
Why can't I breathe?!

There was no lust
that a man could have
that he didn't spend on me.
Whatever I was,
did it really matter?
Girl, or daughter, or demon seed?

Seven to Nine.
Are you blind!?
Seven to Nine.
How!? Why!?
Seven to Nine.
Was I made for him?
Seven to Nine.
And Sixty-Nine.
Did you think I'd simply forget?

Why can't I forget?!

This is a simple watercolor takes from a photo taken by a friend of mine, Ron Almberg. Beautiful sunflowers dance in the breeze before a surreal cerulean sky.

This is a pencil etching I did of my dearest friend; rendered from a photo taken on the day of her wedding. God bless you always and richly, my girl!

This is a statement of antiquity meets modern technologies through the royalty of purples.

Hello blue sky!
I wonder how you got so high?!
How did you make that climb
Without the people catching you,
Pulling you down and screaming,
"You climb too high!"

Hello, Mr. Cloud!
You look so big and oh so proud!
You seem so strong and free,
And cast your shadow over me.
But, do they hit you
Should you get too loud?

Hello, little flower!
I bet you love when the soft rain showers!
And when the sun shines down,
You open up and how you shine!
But, aren't your petals safer
In the darkness, unseen?

Goodbye, blue sky.
I guess that even you must have a bedtime.
When the lights go out,
And the stars and the moon man
Paint you all different colors,
Do you hide from daddy too?

I painted this butterfly to represent beauty, even if there is asymetry. The original was donated to the Breast Cancer Awareness Auction of 2008 and sold for a nice sum.

Something begins within the bleak,
turns and twists and deforms,
the conception of a pallid little freak,
in the dark murky waters it squirms.
Preparing itself for solace and dance,
it drinks deep of the toxic fluids;
a quagmire womb, its sustenance.
Something from the start went wrong,
a wretched beast of vile malaise
was born, was mocked, a song
of parody penned in fecal stains.

I see myself changing,
though uncertainty is a good thing for once.
I lean out the window as we sail
across the asphalt sea to a paradise land.
I can't wait to see the glory of a new sun,
thinking, a different sun must shine there
than which fails to pierce the wicked gray
of the skies from which we are vacationing.
The clouds part and the big white sun smiles.
The sensation of running away grips me.
Or is it the warmth of those blazing darts,
Is anyone else fleeing in their hearts?
Out of all the cars and trucks pushing past us,
could I be the only one who needs this in this way?
No, they could never understand,
not by brow of Zeus or Poseidon's hand,
why I look that way as I toy with the sand,
pretending for the crowd that I know
how a child is supposed to act or feel.
No. Not having singed and stinking of sulfur,
clawed my way free of the quiet, secret
outskirts of Hell.

This is photographic art of two adorable little Canadian Sable ferrets; the pride and the joy of my dearest friend.

Yes, this was drawn out by hand and then inked and then re-sketched into Adobe Illustrator to refine the lines a bit. Not too bad for shakey old hands, hmm?

Back seat dreams and blurs for visions...
divorced and going out again;
wishing I could just have stayed at home.
The smell of smoke and alcohol
thickening the air...
does the woman I call mother even care?

Feeling good was all that mattered,
whatever that was supposed to mean,
and brought along, my childhood shattered
more with every drunken scene.

Stepping out, their faces loom,
all twisted by their favorite vice.
The ride is over; time to hide again
from their laughing, evil faces
painted from a nightmare;
as they pass my mom the hit
her friends all laugh at me.

Feeling good was all that mattered;
I never understood that lie,
shaken, beaten, spirit tattered,
well, that's just how it would be for me.

Darkness became comfort.
I broke free of the scene.
The cold night air filled my lungs.
In the open, away from them, I could breathe.
A dog, huge and soft,
every child's love and trust.
It rises, I smile, and then reach
out an innocent hand.

Snarls, no, not a friend!
But why?! RUN!
Pain gripped my right thigh,
and for a moment,
I was amazed how I could fly.

The soothing cool dew from summer humidity
on the soft high green grass caught me gently.
By some fleet miracle I was on my feet again
but single-minded to run from the impossible.

Mother is out there,
coughing in the dark,
I hear her.
I hear the purring of her car.
There she is!
Surrounded by her friends,
I see only the bobbing of the flame in their cigarrettes.
I hear their bottles clang,
I smell them, my anxious breath inhaling filth.
My dying breath, bleeding to death!
Is my leg still on?!
Save me! Help me! Run!

I made it at last!
There you are!
My blood smears your car...sorry.
Why are you laughing?
Why is everyone laughing?!
Why can't I speak?!
No, don't pour the beer on me!!
OW! It stings!
SLAP!!!!
Silence...ears ringing, muting the laughter.
Only mother's voice reaches me.
Sorry

I'll do as you say.
I'll be quiet,
just go away,
find somewhere else to be.

I find a hard wooden floor
in the dark of the abandoned house nearby,
sit there alone and try not to cry.
Embraced by black I stare at the floor,
having learned to never trust again.
I know now,
that to you,
to the dogs,
to the whole hateful world,
your four year old child
is nothing.

Countless boats come home to dock and pull in their moors as the ice floes begin to form on the northern atlantic waters. There is an unmistakable and passionately treasured comfort in knowing that you have a home to which you can return.

Coming back from a universe away,
another day or a year slips by.
How alone can a child be made to feel?
At least that feeling is real,
and life can be less bloody when ignored.
The torment never stops long enough,
not to think nor take a drink
from the well of your resolve.
The confusion has gone,
but what new patch must I blaze before me
under the name which I've been given?

Coming of age.
All too fast,
and all too late.
Coming of age.
Fear the past,
learn to hate,
cut yourself in a rage!
Never quite sure
for why or what reason,
without place or season,
that I am never myself.
But, no matter!
It's coming of age!

Moving and changing,
living and shifting,
all around,
Father is gone now,
thankfully lost in divorce.
Staying with grandparents;
who introduced me to God
as His enemy.
Like father, like daughter.
Daddy's little girl.
Or was it son?!
To them I am a demon instead,
a thing, a freak,
not even human,
just lost and confused
and damned at birth.

What I am NOT
is all I truly know:
not simple or fun,
not much of a child,
not out in the sun,
not left to the wild,
not worthy of friends,
not free in the world,
not, most assuredly, loved,
and with all my dying soul,
NOT daddy's little...

This is a watercolor of three lovely dolphins revelling in the Caribbean ocean spray. I painted this as a gift to my handsome, wonderful fianceé.

This is a Scalable Vector Graphic that I did of a pencil sketch of two turtle doves, then redrew it in Adobe Illustrator to vectorize it. It can be scaled up to very large sizes without easily losing any quality.

This harsh visualization through simplified shapes and colors follows the course of a good man's life. The elements and the colors associated with them represent the aspects of such a challenging course full of decisions, hobbies, loved ones and goals.

This harsh visualization through simplified shapes and colors follows the course of a good man's life. The elements and the colors associated with them represent the aspects of such a challenging course full of decisions, hobbies, loved ones and goals.

This is a mixed media artwork for a movie poster for a Hollywood Film soon to come to the Indie Film circuit! Still waiting but haven't lost hope, my dear friends!

This piece began as a pencil sketch of a complex filigree tattoo, a doodle out of my head as I waited for a meeting to begin. It of course evolved into an extremely complex mixture of mechanical and biological interwoven components that challenges all of the senses and the elements to fully measure and comprehend it.

The great, powerful, rare and magnificent Snow Leopard sire takes a brief rest against the harsh cold to ponder the one seeking to capture its soul.

This is a Scalable Vector Graphic that I did of a pencil sketch of a human skull, then redrew it in Adobe Illustrator to vectorize it. It can be scaled up to very large sizes without easily losing any quality.

There is light.
There is love.
Love as a sphere.
The sphere radiates.
The love is the core.
Rays from the core touch
all the layers around it.
Layers of family,
of friends,
of spouse,
of duty and path,
of deepest romance,
even jovial quips,
games of sport,
to all direction and focus.
All is within the light.
All is warm, fuzzy, safe.
Blazing with vision,
enamored with truth,
at last my tormented thoughts
have found peace
My gouged, barely recognizable heart
has been blessed by a love
beyond my dreams,
where my filthy little prison
can no longer contain me.

A fine and noble furry friend of mine!

This is a piece of art from the "Peace of God Remains" series. This one depicts in water color a distant vanguard of the cerulean sky.

I am the hammer you need to break free,
free of your jagged shell,
the rock that keeps you through sand and sea,
through storm and maddening still.
I see you for who you are,
Hidden, cold, alone, within your cell.
I can convince you through time and proof,
you're no slave, warped and twisted by the past,
not a waste, not a worm, not a fool,
but like the rest of us here,
a timid creature, wounded survivor of abuse.
Let me teach you; show you a way out,
empower your courage to choose,
expose but keep you near waters of life,
stay with and near you as you grow.
I see your spirit clamor to break free,
sad, isolated to the point of lunacy,
buried deep in the heart of your stony flesh.
Please embrace the light that you see
pouring in from the world beyond your shell.
Not filth, not abandoned, not a tool,
but with aching sadness, like so very few,
brave enough to change!
You will be strang to the world and afraid,
although safe and warm and gently covered
by the soft down of mighty, white wing.
Your vision will pierce the darkness
once your new life has begun.
As you will soon see others, I now see you
for who you were destined to become.
Potential that breaks the leashes set by your past.
I will guide your ardent chase for the sun,
give you hope and a future beyond visions and dreams.
It will be crafted, designed, filled and bathed
in the light.
At last, given its song, your heart will sing
and your eyes gleam!
Captured by joy beyond this world,
laying down the burden of your self.
Flying through the clouds, you will be strong!
Your eyes are set on the one
true and narrow path revealed.

I am lost in my mind,
floating far from
what those around me call reality.
Eyes closed, breath shallow,
body trembling.
I feel the road beneath us.
In the night, perhaps,
we my lift away from the asphalt
and go join with the void
and sail eternally amidst the icy stars.
But no, for fear has partnered with anxiety
as we move on, irrevocably,
with the city lights fading
and the traffic dissipating,
pealed back by an ominous dark
which envelops the headlights
and our own vehicle,
bringing us with haste
to abide with a living nightmare,
a fiendish intent beyond my worst expectations.
A dream gone all wrong somehow,
my confusion is so very
soon to have a name.

Smacked,
but why?
Beaten,
told not to cry.

Skin heals,
bruises fade,
scars excuse,
and tears parade.

Run,
can we visit the sun?
Shotguns,
endless redneck fun.

I'll write
a poem just for me,
about sweet bliss
and pretending to be free.

He may be gone
but not from my head.
His slavering face
haunts me in my bed.

Unbound,
but life is now fear.
To whom must I submit
this year?

I realize
the secrets that hide
in my eyes
mock me so my soul might die.

No regrets,
I did nothing wrong.
What does it matter?
I was dark all along.

Alone,
I can finish the set,
on a matchbox stage
where I'll hopefully forget.

A monochromatic pachyderm, or line art elephant, should you balk at the term.

This is a logo I designed for a small virtual business I started a few years ago.

This is a piece of art from the "Peace of God Remains" series. This one is a twitter-pated little pekingese puppy done in mixed media photographic art.

I think I finally understand.
I never needed to understand.
I have finally found the answer.
I had never needed to search for it.
It had sought me all of my life.
I am found when I was best-hidden.
I wanted no God, no savior.
I wanted oblivion, the freedom of death.
I needed liberation from my thoughts.
I needed cold nothingness to replace my memories.
I did not in the least part desire God.
I knew confirmation of God would bring responsibility.
I could not deny the truth.
I reconciled with the One for Whom
I had harbored the utmost contempt.
I wept beyond my flesh, beyond my soul.
I saw the sorrow of His heart.
I knew it as my own sorrow.
I wept with Him.
I was suddenly required to live.
Now it's all about Him.

I drew these adorable, sweet, loving kitties for my dear friend Susanne, so that they might never be forgotten, no matter how long a time should pass beyond their eighteen lives.

This is a piece of art from the "Peace of God Remains" series. This one is a heavy acryllic painting of a couple enthralled in the dance of their love, forming elegant motion and symbolism with just a few colors to compliment them.

I see myself changing,
becoming what I hated most.
Loathe for my self grows with
every mirror I shatter.
The shards of one image of lies
scattered through the air
becomes as thousands in number,
multiplying also my rage and despair.
I think back to the little girl,
the one in Springtime dresses and smiles,
only to deepen my melancholy.
I smile for pity's sake
as she errantly giggles too loudly in her dance.
Butterflies scatter in a ticklish pillow
of white and orange and black and yellow
all around her.
Then come the screams of reprimand
to rob her smile and force my tears.
Stripes from throny switches
cut through flesh and cloth to stitches,
bemoan her dignity spent.
Spring becomes Winter,
with a soul meant to grow
now buried, hidden in the frozen ground.
I have found that,
even to this moment,
where my blood escapes me
through a fury of seeping wounds,
that my past is full of days,
all just the same
as yesterday and today.
Hazy days, daisy daze,
sinking, slipping away,
warm and cold, so tired before
the approach of my gentle repose.

This is a pencil etching of a very popular lighthouse from a unique angle and perspective.

This is a colored pencil etching of a not-so-furry friend.

This is the signature mixed media art piece that launched the "Peace of God Remains" series. Combinning hand-painted elements with unique photo editing techniques and several photographs, a powerfully emotional scene is created.

This is a piece of art from the "Peace of God Remains" series. This one is also done in mixed media photographic art. Combining hand-painted elements with unique photo editing techniques and several photographs, a powerfully emotional scene is created, with scripture layered above the scene.

This is a colored pencil etching on paper that I did when I was 15 years old.

This is a colored pencil etching I did when for a once-dear friend. The art represents the Split Rock Lighthouse in Minnesota.

What now?
I was good...
I was quiet...
so many days ignored...
so many trials endured...
so many times I listened...
never bothered you with, "me".

Why are we leaving?
Where will we go?
What is the reason
this time
for you to throw us
to the dogs?

Why will you marry
this male
without a name,
with his cruel face,
without a heart,
and then force me
to call him, "dad"?

Rarest and most beautiful of the tiger kitties, the White Tiger was a perfect choice for one of my creatives. By the way, have I mentioned yet...I love kitties! This is an ink rendering on parchment paper.

This is a piece of art from the "Peace of God Remains" series. This one is done in photographic art mixed with hand-drawn and painted elements.

This is logo art that I did for a wonderful group of people dedicated to assisting the disabled so they feel more like a part of society.

I pray the noble gray wolf not become just a dream, nor a visage from a past world. This mother protects her pups in play from the encroach of a seemingly harmless artist. Still, humans are not to be trusted, only feared.

I sat alone
staring at the evening haze,
quiet dreaming
of those long ago simple days
when I would wander
down solemn grassy roads
and I would wonder
what my future would unfold.

Who would have known
that I would ever be standing here,
having overcome
so much pain throughout the years?
Everything that I had lost,
all that darkness in my soul,
and the deserts I have crossed,
yet here I am, standing bold!

Who could have know
that in this dark and lonely child
that there could shine
a soul as bright as mine?!
Who could have known
that Jesus Christ
would pour His love
into this life
so full of pain
and through
His boundless mercy
set me free?!

Everyone
regardless of their sin and shame
can all join me here,
lift your voice and cry His name!
You feel unworthy,
long-lost sinners trapped in black,
just ask His mercy.
You will be heard and taken back.

Who could have known
that His redemption wasn't free.
But he paid your price
so He could share eternity
with the small, abused and crushed,
with the ones left in the cold.
Oh, that God Son would gladly die
to bring us all into His fold!

Who could have known
that in a dark and lonely child
that God could find
a treasure worth His time?!
Who could have known
that Jesus Christ
would pour His life out
for a world so full of stain,
and through
His boundless mercy
set us free?!

I designed this logo for an Indie Film company.

This is a simple watercolor done based on an original photograph by Ron Almberg of Spokane, Washington.

This is a watercolor of a yellow wall; or would you see even less were you there on the scene?

This is a watercolor of a beautiful puppity and a loving friend who is no longer with us. I hope this art gives my dear friends years of good memories without regrets. God bless you all!