One Line City

This is one of a few oil on paper paintings. It is mostly one continuous line.

City, water, sky. 

Ash to Bloom

I have been thinking about night blooming roses by the ocean. About flowers regenerating out of  charred earth and about love growing where there was none.

Detail

City as Altar

This started out as a red altar, like the ones in shops down in chinatown. Slowly it became a city as an altar. A collective building of ideas all pointed towards the sky. The party boats circling the island. 

Worked.

 

surfers getting worked under big waves. 

The Night The Stars Fell 1833

"....the whole firmament, over all the United States, being then, for hours, in fiery commotion! No celestial phenomenon has ever occurred in this country, since its first settlement, which was viewed with such an intense admiration by one class in the community, or with so much dread and alarm by another." "Its sublimity and awful beauty still linger in many minds ... Never did rain fall much thicker than the meteors fell toward the earth; east, west, north, and south, it was the same. In a word, the whole heavens seemed in motion. ... The display, as described in Professor Silliman's Journal, was seen all over North America. ... From two o'clock until broad daylight, the sky being perfectly serene and cloudless, an incessant play of dazzlingly brilliant luminosities was kept up in the whole heavens."  

R.M. Devens, American Progress; or, The Great Events of the Greatest Century, 

My Night the Stars Fell: