The Pale Rider of Imitation, after a poem by Wallace Stevens, "No Possum, No Sop, No Taters".

The Pale Rider of Imitation, painting, acrylic, oil, paint stick, 20” x 20”, 2024.

The impossibility of living in peace or equanimity.

Governance by misogyny.

The pale rider of imitation is the ghost, not the rider.

My daughter-in-law says at dinner, ‘this isn’t our first rodeo with jumper cables’; everyone knows what she means.

The big chief is in the White House. He’s stoking the blaze while holding the fire hose which is his weapon.

Of the visual artist, a European gentleman who died earlier in the week, an art critic writes of the artist, “he’s hard to place unless you are in front of one of his works. Then he is right where you are.”