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

  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.



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.