I painted these in 2013. I used ink and paper and acrylic and oil pens and razor blades and PVA glue and paper and the table saw and pencils and wax and chocolate. Everything is on wood. I enjoy the process of setting up a challenge. I have brought to this space over 250 7x7 individuals. The titles of the paintings are a poem and they are in a literary order. The poem-title is below. My inventory is a bit like a tornado had sex with a library so inquire first if you are interested in one.
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always fighting empty air
these days you have to wear a helmet for everything
and friends are only friends when right in front of you
Interrupted sleep
only amplifies
Stradivarius golden rot
paradise escape maps
and under water war
heavy fingers deep in new life
I refuse to look into your eyes
as stones are prevented from turning into birds
my ugly beast
distant Garuda games
dreams on the ferry from Abo
for legged sea dogs
crib gas visitor
look away, she gives
new meaning, and the need for speed
an ineffective tool in the hands of the fog trainer’s assistant
it doesn’t gork any butter than tits
If maps are for the lost
why bury the old with coins
the abundance
of caves in sweet lime stone
the gift place the waiting place
hold it close, hide it in
so, later pre hatching
you can forget
or pretend to ignore
while wondering through
the extraction
the wait
the game we make of time
yard nap
cock on a stick
discovering while drowning
Merritt Cornelis was reincarnated
soul trapped in the death feathered dancing triad
crossing wicked stepping on winter frozen world
eternally rusting fever waiting
for mechanistic ciboria simian templates
with the dancing genetics of the scientist gone artist
your eyes on me send temperatures toward snow
and all that is legible becomes sticky
and the bear god Aesir is called upon to slice the thickening air
this municipal buoyancy these mistaken tectonics
bring to us the new animals
to appropriate the dry bone abandonment of our lost architecture
I give you the gift of jubilant starvation
and giraffe grafted house stilts
to add to the wonder of scale
to allow modern man to access the juce of majestic landscapes
to animate metal with desire
to permanently replace the bad thoughts of little girls with good
you eat the poison to see the patterns
you think you sleep in a bird infested desert tent
but really the only reason it is snowing is because you are so cold
lay we eggs down to sleep
the air smells of pink so we stand eyes not open
and we bake ourselves into bread slowness waiting
I say “pounce! scientist-artist before
the psychotropics scrape away your wild eyes to stones”
to examine the trajectory of small objects thrown
from the inside
and even inside that inside
so we protect ourselves with fish bowl helmets
and take down notes and sketch thoughts
to transmit jackal headed high tower speech
into the hive mind of the one eyed Egyptian cat mummy
we do this for the love of sand and ants
but still we stumble and ache
and create council to flesh temple
not knowing if the monks flesh will reject the implants
grafted techno onto dancing nerve optics
scan the horizon for wetness
in our land ship made of grey metal and red leather
we search for the healing waters to blind our drying sight
scanning animals
and searching or planting, we scatter our remains
crowded with filum
relentless mangrove magic
dancing Hindi cybernetic future
while I am listening to indian pop radio
and in the soft focus of near dusk
canvas filtered light
dying sun shadow play
interstellar hatchlings
non terrestrial myth clutch
just born involuntary pre flight celebration
before doubt
and the cyclical need for ego fragmentation assistance
the floating observers told me these secrets
some had great personal value
others imaginary taste
the plants would also chime in
and speak of shadowy eaters and
the enigmatic mating dances of our reptilian overlords
a cross species melding of minds was occurring
pixilation my sight
of the darkening fey
we inherent the crumbling infrastructures
the mobious meaning elusive reflexive
the setting sun casting shadows on our impatience
we crave the empty space cold
the gaze of someone who knows your question
being rocked to sleep by the real thing
we want river mouth wind
to bathe with unskitterd animal
to make machines that defy gravity
and surround our houses with pipe organ fences
ocean voyage interrupted by paper love dragons
while smelling and swallowing buttons
my face your rose
floating agriculture
hmmmm, it makes me feel soft
scratchy hair
while sleeping off spirit ships
to infer pollen connections
orgon globes
ingested in the field honey sticky
shatter attention constellation
as fleeing steam imps relocate
ant queen desire
domestic slow acceptance
into the beginning war
a creature long frozen
in thought stream
we grab hold of life
persistent
familiar
and she performs for fossilized eggs
ochre wax figures undeveloped
licking and bath
coliseum guards on break
engorged with half a meal sleeping
out of wild thoughts
and into pockets I flame miniature versions of you
beaded papoose awaiting transport
starry sky moon bull
larger than city visitors
in butter
we store the parts to keep
the ants discouraged
hydrant
hydration, he bars the way for many arms
and ignorant of the hostile nesting birds
he decides it is a gift after all
there must be payment for passage
apparatus deemed necessary for breathing
a note from sunshine not for sale
she shipwreck, leads to man wreck
brings
rock sheep hard
and two more
decisions to regret
one, ever making the mechanics for
this working model of time
with giants to restore
this fleet of sunken war cans
the other regret
is the way I let you scar me
so throw while ignoring submerged knashers
dawning breastplate to curry volatile packages
into dust
with my scull bunny hand puppet
I am masked golden tundra
riding all side kicked and Panza
me behind you, you behind it
to make a zippy ride
across salt flats
out of breath and stumbling we smelled it
before we caught sight
tawny antlers, mock surrender
the trap, professional, was in set process
so we were still able to hide
the black dogs
of our preparation
that inflicted
banjo mouse music
in varying degrees of lazy consumption
this, my favorite game
I play with lumbering ancients
is blue energy between us
and exists in the pauses in conversation
so I say hear the dark movement
and share as many lies, yet be stories
of the formation of the
space Eskimo landing party operation
using a cut through, to float observations
and assisting in the off dimensional operations
and organ harvest
while documenting the wiggle joy of the star nosed mole
I was to construct igloos from sand
the man faced sheep wrote to the papers to
complain about the food
because of a singing caterpillar infestation
making sleep a fight against the squealing
I use this activity to remember places
I use this place to remember time
quick, before anyone notices
dance with me
vibrate until are still, all the little parts
until you, white hot metal glow
your body, we will use to illuminate the night valley
to locate man of snake of horn and my electric
and to assist the bird general with the culling
we shall scream white rage out to clean our filed teeth
and venture under oceans to marvel at and to cool down
the under life is volatile with claw and tooth
so when we emerge again, pink lasers spell our gratitude to sky
we can move in the under with my hand in your hand
bring the eyes that guide and the pack animal of gratitude
look up for shadows and down for lava
and in for snow
over there for flee bitten nasty
(if you survive dinner with my parents we can go to magic school )
to avoid suspicion
the stacking of shells of what
trip just you and me in the star can
singing ruckus songs of death
eating the dog lizard pollinated fruit of Borneo
until our minds become children…..
or we can go and play the riddle game
but first to drink the special answer tea
to brig courage to wet dry ideas
the song of the sensate squid
to eject into space
the cocoon people that failed the invasion because of viral narcolepsy
pants off to those mad scientist inventors
my skin will stretch to accommodate all of them
white
grazing spring
grass boats and shy shepherds
the way is this way
go now, visit the survivors
a subnatural facility
practiced with injury
a blocked inquiry
about the construction of your factory
and how you always come back to me
these days you have to wear a helmet for everything
and friends are only friends when right in front of you
Interrupted sleep
only amplifies
Stradivarius golden rot
paradise escape maps
and under water war
heavy fingers deep in new life
I refuse to look into your eyes
as stones are prevented from turning into birds
my ugly beast
distant Garuda games
dreams on the ferry from Abo
for legged sea dogs
crib gas visitor
look away, she gives
new meaning, and the need for speed
an ineffective tool in the hands of the fog trainer’s assistant
it doesn’t gork any butter than tits
If maps are for the lost
why bury the old with coins
the abundance
of caves in sweet lime stone
the gift place the waiting place
hold it close, hide it in
so, later pre hatching
you can forget
or pretend to ignore
while wondering through
the extraction
the wait
the game we make of time
yard nap
cock on a stick
discovering while drowning
Merritt Cornelis was reincarnated
soul trapped in the death feathered dancing triad
crossing wicked stepping on winter frozen world
eternally rusting fever waiting
for mechanistic ciboria simian templates
with the dancing genetics of the scientist gone artist
your eyes on me send temperatures toward snow
and all that is legible becomes sticky
and the bear god Aesir is called upon to slice the thickening air
this municipal buoyancy these mistaken tectonics
bring to us the new animals
to appropriate the dry bone abandonment of our lost architecture
I give you the gift of jubilant starvation
and giraffe grafted house stilts
to add to the wonder of scale
to allow modern man to access the juce of majestic landscapes
to animate metal with desire
to permanently replace the bad thoughts of little girls with good
you eat the poison to see the patterns
you think you sleep in a bird infested desert tent
but really the only reason it is snowing is because you are so cold
lay we eggs down to sleep
the air smells of pink so we stand eyes not open
and we bake ourselves into bread slowness waiting
I say “pounce! scientist-artist before
the psychotropics scrape away your wild eyes to stones”
to examine the trajectory of small objects thrown
from the inside
and even inside that inside
so we protect ourselves with fish bowl helmets
and take down notes and sketch thoughts
to transmit jackal headed high tower speech
into the hive mind of the one eyed Egyptian cat mummy
we do this for the love of sand and ants
but still we stumble and ache
and create council to flesh temple
not knowing if the monks flesh will reject the implants
grafted techno onto dancing nerve optics
scan the horizon for wetness
in our land ship made of grey metal and red leather
we search for the healing waters to blind our drying sight
scanning animals
and searching or planting, we scatter our remains
crowded with filum
relentless mangrove magic
dancing Hindi cybernetic future
while I am listening to indian pop radio
and in the soft focus of near dusk
canvas filtered light
dying sun shadow play
interstellar hatchlings
non terrestrial myth clutch
just born involuntary pre flight celebration
before doubt
and the cyclical need for ego fragmentation assistance
the floating observers told me these secrets
some had great personal value
others imaginary taste
the plants would also chime in
and speak of shadowy eaters and
the enigmatic mating dances of our reptilian overlords
a cross species melding of minds was occurring
pixilation my sight
of the darkening fey
we inherent the crumbling infrastructures
the mobious meaning elusive reflexive
the setting sun casting shadows on our impatience
we crave the empty space cold
the gaze of someone who knows your question
being rocked to sleep by the real thing
we want river mouth wind
to bathe with unskitterd animal
to make machines that defy gravity
and surround our houses with pipe organ fences
ocean voyage interrupted by paper love dragons
while smelling and swallowing buttons
my face your rose
floating agriculture
hmmmm, it makes me feel soft
scratchy hair
while sleeping off spirit ships
to infer pollen connections
orgon globes
ingested in the field honey sticky
shatter attention constellation
as fleeing steam imps relocate
ant queen desire
domestic slow acceptance
into the beginning war
a creature long frozen
in thought stream
we grab hold of life
persistent
familiar
and she performs for fossilized eggs
ochre wax figures undeveloped
licking and bath
coliseum guards on break
engorged with half a meal sleeping
out of wild thoughts
and into pockets I flame miniature versions of you
beaded papoose awaiting transport
starry sky moon bull
larger than city visitors
in butter
we store the parts to keep
the ants discouraged
hydrant
hydration, he bars the way for many arms
and ignorant of the hostile nesting birds
he decides it is a gift after all
there must be payment for passage
apparatus deemed necessary for breathing
a note from sunshine not for sale
she shipwreck, leads to man wreck
brings
rock sheep hard
and two more
decisions to regret
one, ever making the mechanics for
this working model of time
with giants to restore
this fleet of sunken war cans
the other regret
is the way I let you scar me
so throw while ignoring submerged knashers
dawning breastplate to curry volatile packages
into dust
with my scull bunny hand puppet
I am masked golden tundra
riding all side kicked and Panza
me behind you, you behind it
to make a zippy ride
across salt flats
out of breath and stumbling we smelled it
before we caught sight
tawny antlers, mock surrender
the trap, professional, was in set process
so we were still able to hide
the black dogs
of our preparation
that inflicted
banjo mouse music
in varying degrees of lazy consumption
this, my favorite game
I play with lumbering ancients
is blue energy between us
and exists in the pauses in conversation
so I say hear the dark movement
and share as many lies, yet be stories
of the formation of the
space Eskimo landing party operation
using a cut through, to float observations
and assisting in the off dimensional operations
and organ harvest
while documenting the wiggle joy of the star nosed mole
I was to construct igloos from sand
the man faced sheep wrote to the papers to
complain about the food
because of a singing caterpillar infestation
making sleep a fight against the squealing
I use this activity to remember places
I use this place to remember time
quick, before anyone notices
dance with me
vibrate until are still, all the little parts
until you, white hot metal glow
your body, we will use to illuminate the night valley
to locate man of snake of horn and my electric
and to assist the bird general with the culling
we shall scream white rage out to clean our filed teeth
and venture under oceans to marvel at and to cool down
the under life is volatile with claw and tooth
so when we emerge again, pink lasers spell our gratitude to sky
we can move in the under with my hand in your hand
bring the eyes that guide and the pack animal of gratitude
look up for shadows and down for lava
and in for snow
over there for flee bitten nasty
(if you survive dinner with my parents we can go to magic school )
to avoid suspicion
the stacking of shells of what
trip just you and me in the star can
singing ruckus songs of death
eating the dog lizard pollinated fruit of Borneo
until our minds become children…..
or we can go and play the riddle game
but first to drink the special answer tea
to brig courage to wet dry ideas
the song of the sensate squid
to eject into space
the cocoon people that failed the invasion because of viral narcolepsy
pants off to those mad scientist inventors
my skin will stretch to accommodate all of them
white
grazing spring
grass boats and shy shepherds
the way is this way
go now, visit the survivors
a subnatural facility
practiced with injury
a blocked inquiry
about the construction of your factory
and how you always come back to me