Brobdingnagian Witness

24x36x1 Acrylic and Gouache on Canvas


I've experienced the pain and the glory. I empathize with it all, growing larger as I file it in my log.

The best way for me to express the meaning behind a piece that is with a poem. Shop

Both hands up, bear witness

My eyes have seen the glory and witnessed the beauty of distress

Running towards the shadow, so bright and beautiful

What a temptress

Turn around, the glow

The narrow row, the true Empress

Ancient and impressive

Glorious and expressive

Pandemonium, pandemic

Victims and victimizers


Both hands raised, bear witness

Panoramic view, wide lens. extreme seeing

Joy from the eye of the Empress

Brobdingnagian being

Say it again? Okay

My eyes have seen the gruesome days

Dazed, running through the jungle

Two faced killer gripping my achelliez heal

Pain unreal, ugly maze phase

Until the grip captures the heart

Observe the reel

Switch the grip, grabber

From killer to kisser

Death of the duet

One harmony in the sunset

They died by dawn and dusky

Bear witness, raise hands

This movie is a must see

Giants roaming with hands in the air

Shouting loud, begging you to hear.