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  INSTAGRAM
ZEKE DECKER

                           
The Present
  1. A Couple Kissing
  2. Queen
  3. Portrait of a Boy
  4. Portrait of a Man
  5. Woman Wrapped
  6. Portrait of a Woman
  7. Portrait of a girl
  8. A Man Sleeping
  9. A Woman’s Hand
  10. Person Staring
  11. Half a portrait

The Past
  1. A Womans Arm
  2. A Mans Face
  3. A Womans Face
  4. A Mans Face #2
  5. A 3/4 Portrait
  6. A Face
  7. A Woman
  8. A Mans Profile
  9. A Face
  10. A Face #2
  11. A Couples Argument
  12. Three boys sitting
  13. Death Mask
  14. A portrait in Coffee
  15. A 3/4 Portrait #2
  16. A Mans Face #3
  17. A Dance
  18. Portrait in Mud
  19. A drummer
  20. No Exit
  21. Abstraction #1
  22. Muybridges Flip

Works on paper
  1. A woman
  2. Profile of a Man
  3. Full Face of a Man
  4. Full Face of a Man #2
  5. A Man in Thought
  6. Full Face of a Man #3
  7. A Man in Thought #2
  8. Abstract Face
  9. Man in Dust
  10. 3/4 Portrait
  11. Abstract Face #2
  12. Abstract face #3
  13. Death Mask #2
  14. A Man in Thought #3
  15. Portrait of the Pope
  16. Face of Disgust
  17. Woman Crying


Info
  1. It would be dishonest to designate a meaning to my work because it is the product of my creative ritual; It is not what I can create, it's what creating does to me. Process and material come first, and subject matter, second. The result, pure action.

Contact
zekebeginsnow@gmail.com
Mark

4. Loren Eiseley








Yet whenever I see a frog’s eye low in the water warily ogling the shoreward landscape, I always think inconsequentially of those twiddling mechanical eyes that mankind manipulates nightly from a thousand observatories. Someday, with a telescopic lens an acre in extent, we are going to see something not to out liking, some looming shape outside there across the great pond of space.
            Whenever I catch a frog’s eye I am aware of this, but I do not find it depressing. I stand quite still and try hard not to move or lift a hand since it would only frighten him. And standing thus it finally comes to me that this is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely magnificent power of humanity. It is, far more than any spatial adventure, the supreme epitome of the reaching out.
Mark