Autobiographical
- Artwork that expresses something about my life.
- Artwork that relates to my personal concept of self and my place in society.
- Artwork that shares my life.
- Artwork that considers the underlying unconscious meaning of an artwork.
I didn’t wake up one day and want to kill myself. It’s been a journey, like so many I’ve been on. I don’t know when, how, or why it began. I don’t know where it’s going or how it will end.
Day One – Killer sinus headache! Every summer it seems I have to learn how to swim all over again. I inevitably take in water through my nose somehow. After the first week of getting back into the pool, I end up with a sinus infection. I’ve never been a great swimmer, but I’ve completed…
It took me a few weeks to realize what was going on. After the WHO called it a pandemic, I noticed a shift. When Trump declared it a national emergency, I felt a little more. It took about a month before I could identify and figure out what was happening. For the first time in…
At one point in my military career I had over 800,000 Marriott points. The crew would walk into the Marriott for that night and there would be a welcome sign with my name on it some where in the lobby. I would usually get a room upgrade to at least a junior suite. My C-130…
The first time I went to St. John’s, it was an experience not to be forgotten. I think of St. John’s as an adult Disneyland. From 2003 until about 2014 I was there at least twice a year, many years it was more. When flying the C-130 to Europe, or on to the Middle East,…
Coffee Coffee Coffee … I love coffee. I started drinking coffee in my late teens. Back then coffee was either made in a percolator or a Mr Coffee. Either way it was bad. There were no Starbucks, Dunkin Donuts was king. There were still real coffee shops were you could buy a cup of coffee…