Two Types Of American Fire

Adapting D.W.Griffith's technique of cross-cutting to the presentation of my still images (though some would point out that the fragments within Eisenstein's montage were more often than not virtually static and so supersede any innovation on my part,) I present you, the viewer, with two contradictory images of American Fire. On the one hand you have the picture of a young man jumping playfully through a bonfire following the destruction of some soul sapping consumption oriented "Rock Fest" and on the other you see, from a supposedly objective distance, the destruction wrought by the dropping of bombs belonging to the United States Military. Both images were originally presented in the U.S. Media, the first as an instance of Mindless Destruction and the second as an example of Liberation. Somehow, I managed to reverse their meanings.

Ne Oo As He Was When We First Met

I don't usually show pictures of Ne Oo. He is not the sort of guy to publicly acknowledge our relationship, and so I refrain from doing so as well. Not that I'm forbidden such declarations, but they generally seem unnecessary. I'm showing these portraits because I find them rather striking; and they're painted in a way that I haven't explored for many years. Perhaps it's some thing, or some place, I need to return to.




Seen below in The Simmering Wok is an example of the sort of cooking he was doing at the time. Come to think of it, the food he cooks for himself is much the same now as it was then. I find that it is more pleasant to paint pictures of the food he cooks than to eat it. This reflects, I suppose, the nature of our long time relationship.

Various Couples

The pictures of the two couples seen above and below are based on photographs by the wonderful Wilhelm Von Gloeden, who spent his time in Sicily recreating the Golden Age with the help of local fishermen, shepherds, and their adolescent assistants.


Here we have two pairs of Luchadores Mexicanos de La Lucha Libre. Being wrestlers, they present their comraderie in a bold fashion and offer up their bodies for our general admiration. Too bad we are fifty years too late. These guys were stars in the ninteen fifties. One of these fellows, however, is still well remembered, even outside of Mexico. I mean, of course, Alejandro Muñoz Moreno, better known as The Blue Demon.





This couple takes a more anonymous approach, allowing us to only view them from behind, yet still proudly displaying themselves on this makeshift elevated platform of a dining room table.

The Later Career Of Marcos Pirelli

I'm not sure whether the very handsome Marcos Pirelli has finished with his career in pornography or not; but it has been a few years since he last performed (at least to my knowledge.) Therefore, I thought that this was a good time to take note of a few of his notable Later Appearances.

First off there's this little gem where he plays a cop who checks out a break-in at some second rate apartment in West Hollywood. There he finds a stranded piece of British street trash, who has lost his passport while taking a shower; and seeing that the Hooligan is well endowed, Officer Marcos decides to enjoy the situation, the Force and Duty be damned.






Here, below, our mythic hero is playing a furniture mover, and he services and is fucked by a great big pink pig of a moving van driver named Mark Slade (who starred, in his younger days, in a great many straight porn videos.)



I don't wish to give the impression that I'm at all fond of Golden Showers, but this particular offspring of Danaë and Zeus and his seeming enthusiasm in recreating, in this twisted form, the primal act gives me surprising pleasure (and don't the greatest pleasures somehow take us by surprise?)

Consumer Training 1996

What follows are the last two paintings, in my possession, from the above named series (which sold with uncommon quickness) and a few related paintings from the same year.


Think about eating the banana.






Don't think about where the banana comes from or how it was grown.

My Work Table With Roses, Marigolds, And Al Green

These are just some sequential photographs that I happen to be very fond of. There's something about the quality of the direct afternoon light hitting these flowers and that old toy monkey from my childhood that sends me into a reverie. The Al Green photos all a blurr are from the Midnight Special. They were the next thing on the camera and reawaken other feelings, also related to my childhood.