Sometimes these doodles turn into elaborate maps of my subconscious underworld. Here is one from years ago that got way out of hand.

If you get far enough away from any design, the original meaning fades where a new one begins. The same happens when you zoom in. I have been thinking about animating this doodle by zipping around and zooming in and out of it, like a fly's journey above a cityscape below. I'll scratch that itch another day.

I recently found out that I will be having an art show of my paintings at the Wilmington Library (here in lovely Northern Delaware) starting November 2nd. Although it might be one of the most obscure locations on the planet, it will be nice to see my paintings hanging in public again. I'm still trying to think of a title for the show. I was thinking of calling it "Symetrical Bliss," but then I noticed that the concept only applies to half of my stuff. Stay tuned for the culmination of that thought ...

Here are some of the skeletons that dance around in my past. I'm not sure what this cartoon signifies, so I'll leave it at that. The music involves some of my friends during our San Francisco days in the basement at 552 Ashbury Street. Good times!

I'm not sure about the subject of this painting, but I think it has something to do with the lingering vision planted in my prenatal brain by the feelings I received when I first touched the umbilical cord connecting me to my best friend at the time: good ol' placenta. We were buddies back then; inseperable. Now I'm left with only a hole in my belly and a fond but fleeting memory that continues to haunt my psychic visions.

My step-daughter Camille took this photo of herself and added a little digital effect to it to give it that comic-book feel. I loved the photo and painted it on a 36"x48" canvas, covering it with tiny raised dots of oil paint. This photo hardly does it justice, but it does slightly transmit her amazing beauty ... at least a little bit.

This is a cartoon called Eyeland in the Sky that I tried to animate with GarageBand. I think the music is me and my friends Jesse, Norman and Scott at my place on Opera Alley in Eureka, Calif. We called the band Opera Alley. We played one gig at a party in King Salmon where the women took off their shirts and danced. If I remember this recording correctly, the two-drummer thing was too much for Norman, so he up and left in the middle of the next song. I love when two drummers play together. Butthole Surfers, Grateful Dead, Allman Brothers. Even Cypress Hill had two drummers for a moment or two at Rock the Bells. Mmmm, double drumming ...

Here's my latest attempt to integrate my life with YouTube.

Dig the groovy spiral I've weaved for myself. I think this is the black hole I vanish in slowly and infinitly forever, procrastinating my real work. I'm turning into silly lines that have started to spin inward. This doodling gets me only deeper into itself, splendidly serving no practical purpose. I think I'll add some colors to this twirling nonsense and see where it lands. Stay tuned.