When !

When !


A tiny broken bubble is a life balanced on a twig
that screams the blessed profanity “I just don’t care anymore” and falls on already shattered knees.

What could possibly be exchanged – the sycophantic vultures have not the ability to glean the truth from the cesspools of memory they share in.

These are the same procurers’ of men’s souls who push the buttons in life, and condemn all in their path to annihilation.

These are the well-heeled mercenaries who do the bidding of anyone who will line their purses with the coin of the realm, and will not bleed a tear for any misbegotten soul in their way.

These are the men and women entrusted by the people, those who “protect” our better interests, and at what cost – our jobs, our children, our way of life, and not least of all our humanity.

And these purveyors of ill-gotten gains will sleep quite well tonight with a "thank you very much" curled on their lips like wolves at bay, in the name of shekels, dollars, pounds, and euros.

So my question is, “When is enough truly ENOUGH”? Where do we draw the line in the sand and say,” You will have no dominion here; not one more life.”

This was the same trip to the Bruce. We came upon this dammed up bed that was at one time a connection between two lakes, and the tree was so noble looking I couldn't resist the shot. (Prose by moi)

This is one my wifes and my favorite photos, taken the first trip we had to the Bruce Penninsula in 2002 and was taken at Pony Lake on my trusty little digital. (The prose was recently added by myself and written by myself)

This piece was "inspired" with an interesting background. 'Voodoo King' was a song written by Bill Bourne of the band Tri Continental and performed by he, Lester Quitzau, and Madagascar Slim.

I thought in hearing it for the first time that it was about a train, and was inspired. After completion I found out that in fact it is about the underground railroad of the southern slaves, but that's art for ya.

"Night and day, season after season, the predatory universe exercises its tenderheart; eating and being eaten, each with its particular grace, the beaver becoming pond, the field mouse becoming sky."

Di Brandt Horizon on Fire

This was the first piece I did after a long hiatus from my art. Di Brandt is one of Canada's poetic godesses, and it will ever be my favorite.

This was a particularly daunting piece simply because I tried to get as much detail as possible, it is titled "The Great One is Dead"

This is a tribute piece to my absolute favorite artist

Salvador Dali, it is a compilation of pieces from some of his more popular paintings.

'We work in the dark - we do what we can - we givewhat we have. Our doubt is our passion and our

passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.'

Henry James 1843-1916: A Portrait of the Artist

as a Young Man (1916)

This is one of my pieces I call "The Opportunist", the technique I use is pointilism but to the extreme, I put in approximately 75 to 85 hours on a piece.
This one is now at home in brothers house, it was something he had wanted for along time, a piece of his brothers art. Glad I could give it kiddo.

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Hi, my name is Glenn, I'm a 55 yr. old average kind of guy, I smoke to much, exercise to little (note to self; you may want to fix this), I live an average kind of life, I love my friends, enjoy kicking with the wife, music is a big part of our life, as are movies ( so much film, not enough slack time).

I love women, as a matter of fact, I love women so much I became a hairstylist 35 yrs. ago, and find that I love them even more now, and even more interesting, I respect them.

Now this respect didn't come overnight, no, this is something that grew over the years.

I started my life like most men, which put simply, meant girls were "Yuck". Then in grade 5 I met my first real love, Mrs. Sullivan, long red (read; real redhead) hair, green eyes, fair skin, beautiful legs, WHEW! I was done for that year. Iwould do anything to stay after school, even get a detention, just so I could sit and look at her.

Anyway the year came and went as did Mrs. Sullivan, but I find now I sit and think back over the years, and realize that that first "love" had a profound effect on me, for that was when I started to realize that women (girls then ) were ... different in a very kind of warm and fuzzy way.

Well that's all for tonight folks, it just hit Midnight, and I'm afraid of turning into a ... well I'll let you fill in the blank, but for now all of you sleep well, and we'll go on and on tomorrow, night y'all.