I'm a intuitive artist inspired by and confused by life. By combining art and meditation with a flow-of-consiousness style, my process becomes an vision quest and an escape into a world of symbols and color. I stop here occasionally to unravel my mind.

Monday, April 13, 2009


Last week my Uncle died. His health took a turn for the worse recently, so I drove up north of Syracuse to see him. I sort of knew what to expect... but not fully. He had gotten very small. Not his regular 6 foot healthy frame. There were too many others around the house to have time to say anything to him. I held his hand. Tight. He hadn't been able to talk for a few days. But he held my hand tight. I stayed that way for about a full minute... and then I bent down and looked at him.... this would end up being the last time we made eye contact and touched. I said to him.... "I'll be back tomorrow with dad... ok? Love you.". He was moving his mouth and trying to say something. I don't know what he was trying to say. Maybe "ok... see you tomorrow". This was Monday. He died Wednesday.

Goodbye Uncle O. I love you.
Siete nel mio cuore per sempre