Acrylic Paintings

“Tablets Turned” (2021)

“They Flash upon that Inward Eye” is inspired by William Wordsworth’s “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” which in turn refers to the myth of Narcissus. The prevalence of digital media in the lives of our adolescents creates moments of connection, isolation, inspiration and introspection. We have come into an age wherein technology has achieved epic and poetic proportions within the intimate space of a teen and their telephone. The implications of this new relationship will only be evident as this generation comes into maturity. My current paintings express this relationship between language and image, digital and analog

They Flash upon that Inward Eye, acrylic on wood, 2021
Selfie of a Lady, acrylic on wood, 2019

In reference to Part I of Portrait of a Lady by T.S. Eliot, “You have the scene arrange itself – as it will seem to do-”






The iBird whirled in the autumn winds,   
attracting followers as part of the pantomime.   


A man and a woman   
Are one.   
A man and a woman and a iBird   
Are one.   

I do not know which to download,   
The beauty of inflections   
Or the beauty of innuendoes,   
The iBird whistling   
Or just after.   
Icicles filled the long window   
With barbaric glass.   
The shadow of the iBird   
Crossed it, to and fro.   
The mood   
Traced in the shadow   
An indecipherable code.   

O thin men of San Jose,   
Why do you imagine golden tweets?   
Do you not see how the iBird   
Walks around the feet   
Of the women about you?   
I know noble accents   
And lucid, inescapable streaming services;   
But I know, too,   
That the iBird is involved   
In what I know.   



When the iBird flew out of sight,   
It pinned the edge   
Of one of many circles.   

At the sight of iBirds   
Flying in a green light,   
Even the human traffickers of euphony   
Would cry out sharply.   
He rode over Silicon Valley   
In a glass coach.   
Once, a fear pierced him,   
In that he mistook   
The shadow of his autonomous equipage   
For iBirds.   

The river of information is moving.   
The iBird must be flying.   

It was evening all afternoon.   
It was snowing   
And it was going to snow.   
The iBird sat smsing   
In the cedar-limbs.
Till Siri’s Voices Wake Us, Acrylic on wood. 2019

Deze diptiek is het eerste werk uit een nieuwe serie over digitalisering, automatisering en “compartmentalising.” Die compartmentalising is tegelijkertijd het organiseren en het verknippen van beeld en geest. Recaptcha refereert aan een computersysteem dat ontworpen is om vast te stellen dat een gebruiker een mens is. Hierdoor bewijs je dat je geen robot bent, hoewel je bestaan volledig vervlochten is met de digitale wereld. Door de overvloed aan digitale beelden is de natuurlijke wereld onwerkelijk of virtueel geworden. De grens tussen werkelijkheid, dromen en de virtuele wereld vervaagt. Het versplinterde uitzicht in dit schilderij toont een achtertuin en de heuvels van San Francisco, een stad gedomineerd door Silicon Valley. De schaal perziken, pruimen en abrikozen vormt het centrum rondom een gesprek over behoeftes aan fysieke schoonheid, technologie en dat wat ons voedt. 

Recaptcha, acrylic on wood
“Water Lily Dragon,” acrylic on wood, 120x60cm & 120x30cm
“Choosing Mythologies,” acrylic on wood, 60x120cm & 30x120cm
Self-portrait, acrylic & leaves on wood, 120x60cm
“Moonlight,” acrylic on wood, 60x120cm
“Pride,” acrylic on wood,
“The Herd,” acrylic on wood,
“Les Enfants de la Nuit,” acrylic on wood,
“View,” acrylic on wood
Portrait of a Great-Grandfather and his Great-Granddaughters, acrylic on wood
Portrait of my daughter, acrylic on wood
“Preparing for the Masquerade,” acrylic on wood,
“Black Dogs,” acrylic on wood