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In 2008 I re-entered my mind to find a million images awaiting to be born after a hiatus caused by life and chaos and owning my own artGallery (I found out the hard way how difficult it is to concentrate on my own work while working to promote other artists). In 2002 I felt a slow down and then in the years between 2004-2007 I created a grand totally of only a handful or so pieces. When the visions returned they were very similar to my older work (labeled electronic Photography on this site to differentiate the two) except now instead of the figure being IN an environment, the figure is now a PART of the environment. Human and nature now blend in a way they never had before. The other difference comes during the process. I approach these new pieces more like a painter. Like Road Runner painting a tunnel road scene on a mountainside with a single brush and a single bucket of paint. I manipulate the photographs like pigment brushed upon a canvas now where before I approached it like a graphic artist or a collage artist. Now, elements are able to merge and blend as if they are merely colors on my palette.

My new work also returns to my focus on the nude form (even introducing the nude male (which is something I never included before). And a departure from slender small breasted women. I used those models in my earlier work because I wanted to make a statement with my work and wanted to allow the fact that my statement was made with a nude to be secondary. Now, I use the model AS the statement. Every person has a story to tell and every person is beautiful. It is our uniqueness which makes us all beautiful. You will find more on this concept/philosophy in other places around the site as it is the uncurrent of where I am now as an artist.

Allure of Mystique



 Allure of Mystique
 .:els 07.10.08

'Tis more what we don't see
than what we see
that sets the mind alight
the fascination with the mystery
what lies behind curtain number two?
What does that dress conceal?
Flaws and treasures
both more important when hidden away
Begging for more the eye and mind
excited with anticipation
filling in the gaps
drawing conclusions to visual clues
stimulated in the allure of mystique

Silken Mist of Dews First Kiss

 Silken Mist of Dews First Kiss
 .:els 06.02.08

The tall grass of nature's brillance
gives way to the blossoms of spring's rejoicing
solitude and privacy give skyclad freedom
in the sliken mist of dew's first kiss
she dances and sings the songs of morning
her heart becoming one with her surroundings
her soul in full bloom
of the rising sun's coming warmth

Finally Faerie

 Finally Faerie
 .:els 03.22.09

For so many years
you dreamed of being fae
tried a multitude of wings
upon your back
dragonfly and angel
butterfly and devil
never taking flight
a kiss which could set
an entire future into motion
yet legs which never
left the ground
til now
The flame of bliss
and a drape which concealed
true loveliness
gave you wings
gave you strength
faerie or angel or mermaid
you have at long last
become without trying
what so many years of work
could never do.

The Playful Eyes of an Angel's Smile

 The Playful Eyes of an Angel's Smile
 **els 02.25.09

Clouds roll - rain falls - life goes on
we sit and wonder our Fate in this world
Through good times and bad
The wind rushes - leaves fall - life goes on
we too often allow possible memories
to pass right passed us
But deep down
we feel her spirit
her playful energy
as we know up in those clouds
soaring through that wind
an angel smiles down upon us all
does she remind us to smile with her?
does she remind us to slow down
and enjoy all that we have?
should she?
She would love to if we would allow her
and we would allow her
if ever given the chance to glimpse
the playful eyes dancing
in the warmth of her smile

Absinth Minded

 Absinth Minded
 **els 07.08.08

beneath a sea of the clearest green
silver shimmers as pillows of satin
eyes engaged - transfixed
soothingly smooth and playfully dancing
to hold to flip in the darkness
deep in the mind locked
a departure of senses of logic
of the old me I once knew
holding firm to releasing the past
let the light play as it will
and I will capture the future

Reaching the Surface

 Reaching the Surface
 **els 06.24.08

Buried in the depths of the blackest waters
Sunlight never catching a single glimpse
of the beautiful alabastor skin
Cold and lonely she cries the siren's song
far too long she has lived in her own pain
slowly working her way toward the surface
to find the beauty within herself
reflected in the eyes of all those
lucky enough to watch her at play
in the warmth of the sun

roundAbout

 roundAbout
 **els 07.10.08

Decorating the facade for all to see
thru
for all to be swayed to believe
sidestepping the truth
as a means to step over the lies
which pile in the corner of her mind
out of sight in a round about way
she fears
she sets to building again
a wall of confusion
the treacherous slight of hand
attempting to please them all
pleasing none
not even herself
abstract decorations adorn reality
pretty masks which fade
transparent for all to see in Time

On Comes the Calm

 On Comes the Calm
 **els 07.17.08

Crashing winds bring chilling rains
the storm brews stronger and stronger
an eye seems to form
peeking out from the blue skies
of misleading calm
raging again eye closed
rains pouring down on the sands of forever
just as there appears no end in sight
the sun finds itself reflected
thru the dissipating clouds
in the still cool waters
which reflect a brighter tomorrow

Shattered Reality

 Shattered Reality
 **els 07.09.08

The beautiful white silken flower lays
proudly upon the beautiful white silken flesh
An attempt to paint it as something it is not
leaves beads of blood red brilliance
dripping from the unveiled facade
twisted and tainted the beauty fades
the petals wilt in the heat of deceit
the silken white skin withers into darkness
still the blood flows thru the beads
for the will of change is strong
as is the truth in reality
even in the face of lies