pen and ink with charcoal 1982
all that obsessed time
the hot blue sky,
utility plastic melting in the sun
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I look out and into nature
and fly with my eyes
I look up and into my dream
compress miles into feelings
i walk into the warmth
this blue and green ocean
gave me back
maybe because we are born of liquid
or maybe,
it has to do with rebirth
and the spark of creation
I thirst so
For years I have kept some of this artwork more private for a number of reasons, and feel in response to the ever growing drumbeat of the anti openness and anti gay movement, that has changed.
By nature I tend to keep a low profile, events of late have made it clear those days are gone. Now I think it maybe necessary to pronounce my feelings.
E.G.Roxburgh
another painting from my pro gay series
