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2009 Free Hugs at Starbucks - $300 2010 The Janitor and His Mother - $10 2013 The Tree and the Giant Fruit - $300 2014 The Fat...

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List of Sold Items

2009

Free Hugs at Starbucks - $300

2010

The Janitor and His Mother - $10

2013

The Tree and the Giant Fruit - $300

2014

The Fate of the World Is In Your Hands - $85

2015

The Stewardess - $75
The New Girl - $100
The Blinding Light of Manhattan - $200
Representation of My Inner World - $350
The Blue Ballerina - $150
Portrait of Keon - $150
Portrait of Admiral Yi - $150
The Stripes - $100
The Flag - $100
The Palisades - $100
The Airport - $100
The Downtown of Tenafly - $100
The Bayonet Dance - $100
The Movement of Masses - $100

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Thursday, December 3, 2015

My Thoughts

The world is constantly changing.
The Earth is slowly losing oxygen.
The sun is slowly dying.
Time is running out.
Our existence is limited in time and space.
In this urgency of existence we meet
We are born, and we will die one day
I want to return
I want to return to the past where the people reside
in places I've been
But the world is changing
And past is only in memory
They are gone. The places are different.
I do not know these people.
I do not know these places.
Most places are not preserved for historical significance or emotional attachment
They change completely within a matter of months or years
because money is the driving force of the world
The playground is there, but the kids are different
and I am different. I am no longer a kid.
I am too big for the swings and the slide
The school is there, but the students and faculty have changed
It's not the same school of the past
I cannot be a part of it as I was in the past.
I cannot join them and become friends with them
I cannot be in the same place again
I cannot meet the same people again
Because the world has changed
The places have changed
And the people have changed
Imagine I am in a large dark structure
with each floors containing different memories
The people and places that form the substance of such memories
lighten up the dark structure with emotional attachment
I reach out for them but the floors are constantly shifting
By the time I can touch them the places have already changed
I only know I am headed in the right direction
because my paintings come out alright
Oh how much I miss my friends who no longer talk
How much changes have been in my life
and the world we reside in

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Small Abstract Works


The Airport


The Bayonet Dance


The Beach at Sunset


The Downtown of Tenafly


The Flag


The Stripes


The Movement of Masses


The Palisades


The Luminosity Divide


The LEGO Pieces


Vertical Stripe Continuum

The Vertical STripe Continuum