Rehab Art- 4

Rocky Re-Do

For Christmas my brother wanted a copy of the Leroy Nieman Rocky vs. Apollo painting. So I made it for him... this is my version.

"Rocky Re-Do" Oil on Canvas

Rehab Art- Part 3

Dance- More Rehab Art

"The Human Condition" (Dance)  Sharpie Marker on Paper

Rehab Art

The first person is Lily, the granddaughter of one of the nurses aids at Kessler, where I went for rehab for 2 months Nov. and Dec. 2010.

The second person is Bob Iannacone, a patient with me, our rooms were next to each other until he went home, and we shared a table in the dining hall for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He called me a sadistic child (as a joke... I hope). He was a joker, and a good friend through the first part of my stay. One night, I drew him during dinner, and when he left to go home, I gave him the sketch. Definitely one of those people you add to your counted blessings.

Lastly, Rofiat! She was one of the nurses aids at Kessler- she too kept me grounded and sane for 2 long months :)

Mix CD Cover

This was for a guy I met on Myspace, oh so many years ago.  I made him a mix CD, and some album art... but things didn't work out, and well, I just kept it! Cheers, Bob!

"Beats For Bob" (BFB) Collage

The Dream

For a long time I had this repeating dream- every night I could remember, for about 3 months straight. In it I was trying to escape being pulled down into this dark pit of what were seemingly zombies- they clearly had no interest in anything other than eating me, destroying me, torturing me... yea, it was pretty sick. But whenever I'd try to escape, and make some headway, something would pull me back down, whether it was feeling like there was one normal thing among them, and I wanted to save it, or feeling like I left something behind and I had to go get it, or feeling like I was stuck. It was a really long dream about being pulled down, and trying to remember how to lift myself back up. Everything in this picture is something I saw in my dream- the color scheme is a little brighter than in the actual dream, and even though the picture seems like it's warm, the actual space in my dream was extremely cold.
           Anyway- for the longest time (this was done in 2007, when I was having the actual dream) I had no idea what the dream was about, just that it made me feel like ass when I woke up and I really didn't like the idea of going back to sleep. Actually stayed awake a few nights in a row at a time, drawing this out, to see if that helped. Finally all these years later, it makes sense for me to call it "Me Saving Me".
         It's weird to notice attributes in other people that you either have and like, or have and dislike. But that's what ultimately I feel this time in my life was about- whatever was going on, and stressing me out to the point of having the same repeating crazy dream, finally stopped when I started doing something about my reality during my time awake.

I guess the point is, at some point- some thing's gotta give. All you have in this life, IS your life. Everything that comes along is simply your move.

I just don't like how I'm stuck in the perpetual middle, all naked and unsure... smh.

"Me Saving Me"  Mixed Media (marker, colored pencil, graphite) on Paper