Garland Pose

acrylic painting, yoga


I have gotten mixed reviews for this painting but all in all I like it.  A friend of mine did the pose for me so I could model the painting off of her and it really transformed from the photo of her.  Something that does not come across in this photo is the silver and the bronze paint.  The definitions of the shapes are a bit more stark in person.  You get the idea though.


doodle, Meredith's poetry, sketch book



I have such heavy words

Weighing on my head

They lumber around

Going unsaid

I feel rather lead-footed

A bit down in the mouth

If only these heavy words had a way of coming out

Some people think me sober

Absorbed in something glum

If only there was something light

That I could ponder on

Maybe some people have effervescent thoughts

But I think for now the word I have is lugubrious 

Horse Training

Day in the life

I started this series of a friend training horses maybe a month or two ago.  So far I have the location and some of the preparation, the ride, and the clean up.  It was fun to follow her around and see her ride at such a high level.  The location was beautiful too.  One of the perks of Maryland is all the beautiful horse farms.   IMG_2776


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On the Metro

sketch book



My friend Jessica Farley wrote me this poem in response to one of the drawings above.  Hope you enjoy.


Riding trains

It’s the sea-like lurch,
buckling then release,
waves and songs we search
to find meaning in to be.
I hear the metal orca song
in the background as he listens
to lyrics stretched just right and wrong,
some kinda jazz — man on a mission.
His eyes pull and shrink with age
neatly carved glasses light his sight.
Concave, convex shape the sage
blessed to see and hear the night.
Before we go down underground
this simple man shines rays in halo
enamored over what I’ve found,
this everyday angel in the metro.
His light is plain like Sun,
it inspires me to breathe
deep like wild blue rivers run,
verse in Creation I believe.
We ride the lines, together trip
over red, green, silver, yellow
until he slips through the grip
of doors meeting Heavenly fellows.
Past the angel in new blue seats
a couple counts their dreams,
unaware – love indiscreet,
touch makes life like prisms gleam.
They love like galactic clusters
of gas, color, and fueled up fire,
like raw elements in their luster
drawn to union in Space’s gyre.
There’s hush amid wondrous strangers
I long to share every inch — my story —
Yearn to make friends within lacquered languor
That peels off mundane into glory.
Here on Earth and down in dirt
I ride and watch people as I listen
to the wild tales that give life worth
till the train to sky has risen.


sketch book

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Lately I’ve been working a lot of Custard for my niece.  So I thought I would give it a break by putting up some older work.  These pen and inks are from when I was playing with concentrated watercolor.  I was using Higgins b/c you can use their eyedroppers to squeeze the paint on the page and then work from there.  It gives you a fun uncontrolled factor.  The only problem is that they are not really lightfast, or so I’ve been told.  Anyway these paintings are really just a chance to let my mind play and be a little different.