Are you looking for the perfect Halloween painting to add to your collection? Consider my latest offering from my subconscious, “Buzzard.” At the top, notice the keys and chain attached to a post. A line of hooded figures progresses up the painting to the ruins of one city and across on the right hand side another city smokes in its devastation. The turkey buzzard is high up, looking down from its perch of twisted wires, branches and what looks like shattered plumbing. (Deb, if you are still looking at my blog, tell me what is going on in my dream world!!) All comments are appreciated and read, and if anyone is interested in finding out more about this painting, click here.
Velvet Nights and Other Songs includes eight original songs and is now available as a spiral bound print book or as an e-Book. The cover is my art. Details about the book can be seen here. A YouTube video for Velvet Nights can be seen here. The YouTube video for My Red Hair, another song in the songbook, can be seen here.
Velvet Nights and Other Songs was my first songbook and is being reissued in a revised Second Edition. The songs in this collection are about spiritual transformation. I am influenced by Brugh Joy’s book, Avalanche, for insight into the Fall from Grace as neither mistake nor sin, but a movement from unity to duality.
The song Velvet Nights portrays a woman’s fall from grace and her resulting psychic move from unity with the loved one to independence as she faces the dawn of her new consciousness. Just as Velvet Nights refers to Eden (“we enter Paradise”) and the Fall (“dark shadows over our love”) so also does the song A Distant Eden. This song pursues the earlier reference to Genesis with references to the serpent in the garden. Eden is lost in this song, and death is hollow.
My Red Hair is about my own attempts to deny aging and death by dying my hair as I try to “delay the black night of silent time–the night of profound silence.”
Click here for a downloadable printable file of the first page of my-red-hair-2.
Another song in the book, The House of Spirits, is truly autobiographical. While at the University at Fayetteville, Arkansas, I lived in an old Victorian house on Leverett Street. One night in October I saw the spirit of a woman without a face.
I painted the cover design for this collection to reveal my personality structure—a massive white wall of pragmatism and rationality supported only by a flimsy pole at the base of which coils a serpent, my shadow. In the distance is the longed-for Church illuminated by white light. Alas, the distance between the self and salvation is dark with sinister rust-colored bushes encircling the self.