DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR

ONCE I HELD THE ELEVATOR DOOR FOR YOU
YOU SWEETLY SMILED AS YOU PRESSED EIGHT
I SAID:
'YOU'RE UP ON EIGHT I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR'

I HEARD YOU COME IN VERY LATE
I HEARD YOUR FOOTSTEPS UP ABOVE
I HEARD YOU HUMMING SOFTLY LOW
I LOVE YOU HUMMING SOFTLY LOW
YOU'RE UP ON EIGHT I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR

MOST NIGHTS I LAY IN BED
I PICTURE YOU UP ON A CLOUD 
I WONDER 'IS IT SAFE UP ON THAT CLOUD'?
YOU SPEAK MY ALARM IS WAY TOO LOUD
OH YES I REMEMBER NOW...
YOU'RE UP ON EIGHT ~ I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR

I SAY ALL THIS SO YOU'LL UNDERSTAND MY
CROOKED SMILE
AND IF THERE'S A CHANCE FOR A LITTLE ROMANCE THIS YOU SHOULD KNOW...
YOU'RE UP ON EIGHT I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR
COME DOWN TO THE SEVENTH FLOOR
COME DOWN TO THE SEVENTH FLOOR
I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR
I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR
I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR
I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR
I'M DOWN ON THE SEVENTH FLOOR


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DRYING DYING FLOWER I

This work was done for an AIDS organization to show that there is beauty in every stage of life. The original name for 
the presentation was proudly named after my explanation of 
the three paintings I proposed and it was call Stages Of Life.

This came at a time shortly after I had retired from the postal service, early in 2002. This is now in a private collection, as is one other of the three, I have the one remaining framed work. A grant paid for the framing of the three and they were shown along with another persons work for one day, and then again shown at a local gallery. 

It is 22 x 30, painted with ballpoint pen and tea stained.     tmp

The PROMISE

WITH THE HEARTBREAKING VOICE OF AN ANGEL HE SAID:
LOVE IS A BROKEN PROMISE IN A BARREN LAND 
THAT YOU MUST WANDER.
                                                   

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SUNLIT YELLOW ROSE

Acrylic painted onto squares of w/c paper, adhered to plywood sealed into a large heavy found frame, with an epoxy resin over the entire work. The overall size was approximately 36 x 48.

This was a sort of "coming out of the dark" piece for me, and was given to a 'nephew' and his family as they left to make a new start in another state. 
Though we've lost touch, I really do hope they still have it.

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MARGIE

This ink and acrylic portrait is based on an old black and white rooftop photo of mom. 

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SLOTH

 SLOTH has more to do with unanswered prayers (note the        disappearing crosses), than as I once pointed my finger at a    person that was as much a victim as a murdered child. 

ALL YOUR SHEETS ARE MULTICOLORED BUT THE COLORS AREN'T FAST
ALL YOUR DREAMS ARE MANUFACTURED AND WERE NEVER MADE TO LAST
BUT THERE YOU ARE YOUR HOLDING ON
YOUR LAST CHANCE HAS COME AND GONE

This is a detail and is  is once again, a 24 x 24 inch tablet and is painted wood with plastic mesh embedded with paper clay and then resin coated. 



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LUST

What has a muddied three have to do with 'LUST'? This is a detail from the original tablet that is 24 x 24 inches. 'Lust' is a predator. I had to think very hard to imagine just what a predator might be thinking and lusting when he spotted his prey.
          
           BECAUSE YOU'RE YOUNG BECAUSE YOU'RE FAIR BECAUSE I LIKE
           YOUR STAGNANT AIR...
           I WANT TO FOLLOW YOU DOWN TO THE DARKENED PLAYGROUND 
           WHERE THE ONLY SOUND IS THE BAYING SOUND OF THE NIGHT IN HEAT.

Discarded cardboard found it's way down into the playground and landed in a muddy puddle there. The cardboard swelled and a three appeared. This the 3rd of 'Eight Deadly Sins' resides in my home. This detail is how I want my 3 displayed. One thing to know about me is that if I hold onto something long enough, it evolves. 


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COVET

Meant to be an indictment of pedophile priests, this tablet measures 24 x 24 inches. It was done for a one man show called 'Eight Deadly Sins'. Some of the tablets worked and others did not. I have since parted with a few at the local dump, secretly hoping someone would pick them out of the heap and keep them for themselves.  

Covet: THEY RAPED HIS BODY FUCKED HIS MIND OFFERED BREAD and BLESSED THE WINE. 
They coveted his body, they coveted his youth, they coveted his innocence, they fucked his mind. They crushed his faith, they laughed at his tears and they called him vile and a worthless low life. He's older now, he's wiser now, he's haunted and cursed, he's fourteen. 

Torn bible pages plaster this tablet. there is a broken gold scapular draped across the 2. The 2 signifies the second of 'Eight Deadly Sins'. 
The tablet is coated with epoxy resin to show how these pedophile priests have sealed their fate. 


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COAT OF ARMS

               BLUE HEART ~ TORN APART

This is what was done to me. This is my ancient memory, coming back and haunting me.  
On display for all to see... THIS IS MY COAT OF ARMS.           tmp
                         




                                                                                                                                                         

MARTYRDOM

            MARTYRDOM IS THE EIGHTH DEADLY SIN

9.11.2001 Was a beautiful clear day in New York City. The breeze had blown away any thought of the humid summer days that were soon to pass. It was one of those days where it seemed nothing could go wrong, until the unbelievable happened. 

As letter carriers at the Canal Street Post Office, we were able to leave our work stations in small groups to view the fiery gaping whole in the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Thinking it was just some terrible freak of an accident, we went back to work.

When we heard of the second plane ramming into the South Tower, it became painfully obvious that we were under attack.  After a time we were allowed to  clock out to make our way home.

I told my coworker John that I really didn't want to leave my car parked on North Moore Street, and we walked back to retrieve it. As we approached North Moore Street, the north tower of the World Trade Center collapsed right in front of our eyes.

MARTYRDOM IS THE EIGHTH DEADLY SIN! MARTYRDOM IS NOT THE PATHWAY TO HEAVEN ~ MARTYRDOM IS THE GATEWAY TO OBLIVION!!                            tmp