Truth Be Told

What a community isn’t.

Dayton Delivers | Dayton, OH

The truth about Dayton; Consider this for a moment, A tiny city out of control. Misinformed tail chasing and biased boy-scout investigative methods and investigators Lack of ability, the lists hurdle on just reasons why it’s not their fault.

Accountability.

Let’s start out with who does the chief of police answers to directly?

The city managers, politics, exactly. I’ll wait… but, what about the people? you and me, the Us. The police answer OUR calls not very many disturbances at the well-connected leader’s residences Yet, do you know why we don’t call?? Because they will endanger our families and on extreme levels almost guaranteed but, not limited to; endangering innocents lives.

It’s OUR neighborhoods that are falling apart, not theirs. Not their streets flooded, ours. Our alleys and back doors, Our families but, I’ll tell you what I know. Can the community really break down the well-fortified walls of the F.O.P. I hate to break it to my fellow neighbors, BLMs and Supremacist, spewing hatred is not going to move it in the least? We face them with themselves.

Break down their quantitive Immunities, one case at a time. And the real state makes a move. I do not believe a reasonable program can come from within DPD, I’m afraid if civil rights are really theirs to ask behind their cloud of immunities. DPD and Transparency, Please tell me I would love to hear the first thing that rattles around and comes out. Were not talking infringing on the police’s rights were talking about holding them accountable for infringing on ours. For the first time in history. Right here.

I’m just an artist, a local. Aggravated and traumatized by the city and the so called leaders.

Art is a community.

Ask yourself this.. 2 Fathers shot and killed nearly on DAI’s (art museum’s) front lawn and I’m willing to bet not one person in the building knows a given or surname of either person, lucky to find one who was even aware. I happen to be an artist as well as friends of both. to me, this is what Dayton considers community and worth investing in. comm-Unity, communication and unity. I am sorry but, we lose.

I feel a little better, not really. I just know Dayton and the city are dead set against certain things and certain people. Unfortunately, I am that crafty thing and someone. Until that day I’ll just keep painting and living.

Artisans` Creed

Artisans` Creed

Liberating of social values by means of Artisanal means of marketing and promotion.

My most prudent adventure, starting a mindful and creative business. The arts have allowed me to look past the information of the world and expand from its wisdom to step out in this unknown world of entrepreneurship. For years now I have been mobilized to understand the full consortium the effect the creative arts has played in my own life. I am thankful that I have not had to go at it alone. Fortunately, I have held fast the things of my heart and delicately peeling back the layers of this world.

There were alot of things I did not understand while pursing education. Often times being, when, what or where these opportunities might arise. What opportunity’s exist for cultures around the world and intend to exist within me an artisan.

My designing a platform where a safe place for expression is important. A time to sit our own feelings and understanding in lieu of this gift of healing infinite. I shall be designing a vision statement but it will be replaced by An Artisans Creed that is universal in love complete and whole lacking in nothing. Not only will this be my companies Vision it will also be a accumulative example of the giant leaps in faith creativity can take us.

I look forward to sharing with you in the upcoming week my companies mission statement and artisans creed.

Angels of my life. An Artist’s vehicle.

Angels of my life. An Artist’s vehicle.

Everyday I am thankful for new opportunities to create.

Many things make up my life and who I am but, the greatest by far being the gift of my two fond ladies. I’ve sat and stared wondering what I could have possibly done. Such a great deal of time has passed, possibly.. probably. I’ll be thankful when not another day relapses. Trade it for something pilthy, dynamic as it may be.

The things recieved, that can hardly be given. Good advice. A true friend.  The gift of decision. A faithful journey.

Painting in the distance.

Painting in the distance.

With a happy heart. Valentine’s 2020

Me and my wild child. Slowing down time. How important every moment is . I personally never enjoyed very much time by myself. In recent years it is all I crave. I would be happy with this only. Accompanying with my favorite lady, I am happy.

Lazy Layla.

The paintbrush is my sword and although the flaky broadcast is the least the paintings that follow are the most. This is the first time semi-live from the hills of southern, Ohio.

The underlying colors being barn red, greens and light blues. This painting started with the eye (like most) and somewhere around an hour In during a pallet color change, the bottom become the top.

I enjoy much, working in acrylics. Oftentimes, it takes me a couple days to get used to brand new materials and brands of paint. It wasn’t until I got these two pieces home that I was able feel it’s nearing it’s finish. I enjoyed the splash of heavy medium acrylic paint allowing me to build color on both sides when the colors Chose were as indecisive as my feelings, somedays.

Art, Construction, Signs & Wonder

Art, Construction, Signs & Wonder

Relationship to Approximate Cost

As much as I enjoy creating in the area of abstract and surreal, making art is the furthest from an abstract interaction. Often times some of the greatest artists experience some of the thoughts and visual elements creating a true medium. Arts and education at it’s core a necessary and appropriate stance, a passage, that started with a belief.

“Equally important as an artist’s memory of qualities in the world, then, is his/her capacity to gain access to them and translate them and translate them into symbolic visual form. “

Art For Life: Authentic Instruction in Art, Tom Anderson ( NewYork: McGraw-Hill )

Access granted.

Feeling the acrylic way

Felt this way

Art and Feeling

Who could ever know. I’ve seen the mountains jump out of the way. Recently, I’ve had to learn verbatim on the fly. For the first time who I know I am wasn’t the reason for my aptitude. Who I am did dictate my approach and my thoughts. My genuine desires and the things of my heart. These things of my heart for my daughter, my first and last true love.

Thankful + Innocence = Painting

Often times words can grow stale and Unbecoming. The biggest thing I love about artwork and being around it is the beauty in the ages. It shall never grow old. My words the few that they are shall not amount to the mountains of gold and creativity that comes with growth. I love to create paintings that makes you curious. No matter the look through the arts we shall share and see.

Acrylic Painting Excerrrpted


Acrylic painting on canvas watercolor and pastel fine art

20/20 Acrylic Painting

Painted no teeth?



I finished this painting up at the end of 2019. The background and original painting contained several flowers. Mostly white and subtle. I acquired this painting from an estate sale. Among the stacks of antique frames and centuries-old oil paintings, there she was! Although it is not “ancient” the painting underneath held a good story. Even more so today than yesterday. Sometimes things just outlive their shell and it takes a cut deeper than the skin to bring it forthwith.

Leaving yourself with nothing but, a few loose teeth, from getting kicked around by invisible feet. It seems those are the ones called to fly like ivory towers shine. A call I never miss.

I am not certain when I will be releasing the rest of this painting. Often times in my life genuine things have been used against me out of desperation. Grasping out of control, spewed and spewed without the utterance, a single genuine thought. I used to mind. The valuable lesson that follows me is there is always a time. Even the life of this painting was created out of time.

Founded on Layers and Texture

The thing that I enjoyed about this painting most was the original depth. The pedals were never quite soft more like an impossible edge. It left the sides full of ridges and valleys. These flowers without a doubt held their beauty even though the colors never really meshed or mended. The original painting was separated by crossed lines, misunderstandings and assumptions as to where they belong. For decades this painting was happy for a sidelong glance the opportunity to walk the wall. It wasn’t what I was looking for there have been plenty since but, only one before. When this painting makes its final wake to the eye unsigned it shall remain.

To the original artist:

I must say, sometimes things are better unmolded and shaped but, the spirit I will never forsake. Our paths may not stray this way again as for this painting it will remain. I would hope it would bring your great happiness, this recreate. If I had the chance to share this with you in words I could not speak, I can only know you would be happy with the things you could never expect. No mistake.

About the artist

Artwork and a dream

It has been my dream for several years to touch the lives of not only everyone around me. My experiences has also guided me to wanting to reach out to those in other countries and beyond.

The last few years I have been studying and investigating the different opportunities that the arts can provide for those like me who were full of Lost Hope. I believe that the creative Arts can increase the amount of foresight necessary to accomplish complex missions. Movement through the Arts allows this to be.

There are so many things that I continue to want to explore and I am thankful that the creativity is such a diverse vehicle for our desires and the opportunity to see things differently.