PARK STREET CONGREGATIONAL

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2023

available for purchase

MON DIEU!

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2023

private collection

CHANGELING (SISTER)

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2023

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NIGHTMARE

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2022

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TAKEN

acrylic on watercolor paper, 5" x 7", 2022

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CHANGELING

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2022

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MIDNIGHT SNACK

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2023

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SCOLLAY SQUARE

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2022

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POE

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2022

private collection

LOVECRAFT

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2023

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THE KISS

oil on linen, 16" x 20", 2022

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MUMMY.

acrylic on watercolor paper, 9" x 12", 2022

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PARK STREET CONGREGATIONAL

It’s Only a Dream, It’s Only a Dream…

acrylic on watercolor paper, 8” x 10”, 2023

Surely it isn’t weird to dream about an owl.

True, it’s not very common to see them in person, but out here, when the sun goes down and the temperature drops in late October, you can hear them all the time, out in the trees. Challenging the darkness with their inquisitive calls. That’s part of the reason we moved out here, my wife and I. To be out where the owls ruled the night; out where there is a clear sense that civilization exists within the forest vs the opposite. We could never quite stand those cities or towns that walled up their wilderness into a “preserve” and shut it away.

Surely it isn’t weird to dream about an owl staring at you through your bedroom window.

Unblinking. For what feels like hours. Wondering whether your wife is still sleeping next to you in bed, fully expecting her to wake up and whisper “it’s only a dream, it’s only a dream”, the comforting warmth of her hand caressing your back. But then you remember that she’s not here, and she’s not coming back… so you continue to lie there, staring, unable to move any part of your body through the dream mire that always keeps you from getting up and running away at that crucial moment.

And surely it isn’t weird that there is, in fact, no tree growing close enough to the house for an owl to be sitting on to stare into that window in the first place.

But now… now the owl is inside the room, at the foot of my bed, and it is weird.

The room shifts and almost dances around it and I feel like I am drugged. My certainty that this is a dream blows away with the steady flow of cool night air chilling my toes from the open window, though… the window isn’t open. I take a deep breath and exhale, watching the soft fog of my breath join the haze slowly building in the room. I try to call out but I am mute. I try to sit up but I still can’t move. The owl continues to stare. As our gazes meet and my eyes widen with an ever-increasing panic, the owl stretches out it’s wings and then opens its beak to whisper… “it’s only a dream, it’s only a dream”

PARK STREET CONGREGATIONAL

MON DIEU!

CHANGELING (SISTER)

NIGHTMARE

TAKEN

CHANGELING

MIDNIGHT SNACK

SCOLLAY SQUARE

POE

LOVECRAFT

THE KISS

MUMMY.

DREAMER

It’s Only a Dream, It’s Only a Dream…

Surely it isn’t weird to dream about an owl.

Surely it isn’t weird to dream about an owl staring at you through your bedroom window.

And surely it isn’t weird that there is, in fact, no tree growing close enough to the house for an owl to be sitting on to stare into that window in the first place.

But now… now the owl is inside the room, at the foot of my bed, and it is weird.