
This is a picture of one of the most brilliant minds who ever walked upon American soil. can anyone tell me who this is?
ANSWER!
Peanuts anyone?
George Washington Carver
Did a report on him in school what seems like a million years ago
Gene Torpey

If you would like to learn about the symbol Ouroboros you can click on link:
I have some new viewers so I thought I would put up some work that exemplifies certain "periods or phases" of my work. Here is a sample from my "strange world" series. I have determined the strange world is all about transformation from the old, the comfortable, into a new and unknown internal horizon. If you are not busy being born--- you are busy dying and birth is often our first "trauma." The halo clouds are either the religious halo or the mythical Ouroboros, I am not sure. I would like to write a story about a huge halo cloud that forms over the world and remains both night and day and how humans react to it. This one is for sale for 75.00 I am trying to put less work on ebay as it becomes a pain in the neck after a while.
Reverse painting on glass became popular in Federal America and was practiced mainly by foreign-born artists in Boston, Salem, Philadelphia, and Baltimore. For example, "Walker and Chandless, Painters, in General, from Dublin and London," advertised "Painting on Glass and Transparent Painting" in the Maryland Gazette in 1790. Such paintings, with subjects ranging from flowers and geometric designs to allegory, mythology, and scenic views, were usually incorporated into mirrors, clocks, and other furniture. Ten reverse-painted glass panels, varied in size and shape, can be seen on a neo-classical sideboard in the collection of the Department of American Decorative Arts (Figure 1) that had been commissioned by General David Van Ness (1743–1818) for his Maizefield estate in Dutchess County, New York. Major elements of the designs used on these panels, including urns, cupids, foliage, lyres, and masks, were derived from plates in Thomas Sheraton's The Cabinet-Maker and Upholsterer's Drawing-Book, first published in London in 1791. In an accompanying text Sheraton wrote: "These may be painted, inlaid, or gilt in gold behind glass, and the glass being then beded [sic] in the pilaster, it is secure, and has a good effect."
At the end of the eighteenth century, domestic glass manufactories in several major commercial centers were competing with imported crown and cylinder glass from England, and as such the origin of the panes used on the Van Ness sideboard cannot be assumed. Samples from two panels were analyzed using energy-dispersive X-ray spectrometry (EDS) and both were found to be potash-lime glass with a ratio of potassium to calcium of approximately two to one, containing only relatively small amounts of sodium, magnesium, and aluminum. These results may point to a domestic source, as glass with very similar composition is known to have been made by at least one eighteenth-century American producer, the New Bremen Glassmanufactory in Maryland.
Well-executed reverse-glass paintings do not reveal the complexity of their manufacture. Since the designs are applied to the back of glass panes they must be built up in reverse—starting with the foreground and working "backwards"—which makes corrections virtually impossible. The technique used for the glass panels on the Van Ness sideboard is called metal-foil engraving, although in technical and art historical literature it is often referred to as verre églomisé. Gold leaf was applied to the back of the glass with a size such as clarified egg white, gelatin, or gum, and then engraved with a stylus of metal, wood, or bone. The design was completed by applying a colored background with paint (Figure 2).

Here is a glass carving I made last year. It is 21 inches by 30 inches. It is titled Monika (swamp angel) I call this style "punk nouveau." It is inspired by steuben and also by gardega. I am trying to get rid of much art before I move. this is for sale. it is a nice detailed piece but I am done with the relationship to both the woman and the piece so it is always best to move forward and turn your collar to the cold and damp as your eyes are stabbed by a flash of neon light.
I read about a Zurich museum robbery this morning in which some valuable paintings were stolen. I began to think about the idea of the value of art and how relative it really is. Art is worth what people will pay for it. I wonder if they will one day have computer that will scan subjective items like art and make a value judgment of it. A lot of art has to do with the "back story" if you never heard of picasso and his legend would you stare at his paintings if they were in some antique shop or would you take out the painting and use the frame for something else? much like quantum physics, half the experience of art lies in the beholder. As the legend of Gardega grows and my bones are interred (along with my good), perhaps one day my paintings and art will be something that people will want to steal. Although I did have two glass art pieces stolen from a NYC night club....


John Winston Lennon was born on October 9, 1940, in the Liverpool Maternity Hospital, Oxford Street, Liverpool, to Julia Lennon (née Stanley) and Alfred "Freddie" Lennon, during the course of a German air raid in World War II.[1][2][3] He was named after his paternal grandfather, John 'Jack' Lennon, and Winston Churchill.[3]
Freddie was a merchant seaman during World War II, thus was often away from home, but sent regular pay cheques to Julia, who was living with Lennon in 9 Newcastle Road, Liverpool, although the cheques stopped when Freddie went AWOL.[4][5] When Freddie eventually came home in 1944, he offered to look after Julia and Lennon, but Julia rejected him.[6] After considerable pressure from her sister, Mary "Mimi" Smith—who contacted Liverpool's Social Services—Julia handed the care of Lennon over to Mimi.[7] In July 1946, Freddie visited Mimi and took Lennon to Blackpool, secretly intending to emigrate to New Zealand with him.[8] Julia followed them, but after a heated argument Freddie made the five-year-old Lennon choose between Julia or him. Lennon chose Freddie (twice). As Julia walked away, Lennon began to cry and followed her. Freddie then lost contact with the family until Beatlemania, when father and son met again.[9]
(this basically sums up anyone who tries to make a living as an artist)
- Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
- Albert Einstein, (attributed)
US (German-born) physicist (1879 - 1955)
I have concluded the the artists who make it are the most insane because they believe that their will overcome nature and not vice versa.

Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.
Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow, could be New York
Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge
Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills
It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home
When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
Will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators
Will you discreetly withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion within you roars
Will you take to the hills
Will you stand, will you stand for it
Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within
you roars
Could be your father and it could be your mother
Could be your sister, could be your brother
Could be a foreigner, could be a Turk
Could be a cyclist out looking for work. Norman
Could be a king, could be the Aga khan
Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint, could be a sinner
Could be a loser or it could be a winner
Could be a banker, could be a baker
Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar
Could be a male voice choir
Could be a lover, could be a fighter
Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be
something lighter
Could be a cripple, could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop, could be a thief
Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their silver spoons
Could be the pilot with God on his side
Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight
Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
Could be humble, could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd
Could be the soldier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy his mother said
He'll do his duty when he's grown, yeah
Everybody's got someone they call home








