Wednesday, May 1, 2024

That's Mr. Award Winning Artist to you


The poster for my next show at Ravenworks Gallery in Johnson City, TN.  All are welcome except for anyone named Iwaniszek. 

Also, I won the Believe in Bristol Art in unusual places contest. Once the art goes up, I'll post photos of it.

Thursday, April 4, 2024

Some new art


I turned my maternal grandma into a country music singer. Turns out all my mother's side of the family hated my crazy ass bitch aunt who used me and my siblings as props so the small town she dragged us to would think what a great Christian she was. 

Spring mask. Spring in the mountains of east TN is a mixed bag of crazy ass weather, Hence the crazy colorful plants waiting to poke through the ground.

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

People speak out on SuperTuesday results

"I'm a gnome, bastards won't let me vote. Fuck 'em.'

"I voted for Trump because he cares about the rights of the undead. And most of supporters have one foot in the grave anyway." 

"Stop objectifying me.'

"I wrote in Angela Davis because I'm a socialist. Now go do something good for your community, the only real change comes from the bottom up, not the top down."

"I'm looking chicks who like small dicks, you know, like Trump has."


"Take me Dr. Monkey, you hairy handsome brute."


Monday, February 26, 2024

Some recent art works


Sunday Morning

Jiving Johnny Copeland

Jazz Mon Amore

Penny's Midsummer Night's Dream

Victory formation

Monday, January 15, 2024

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

Happy New Year!


Working on creating the legend of 'Chicken' Dick Jones. I have two solo shows in 2024 and one in 2025.

Get off dat ass and come see my genius on display.

Tuesday, December 12, 2023

White Chicks Talk About Stuff

"I plan on voting for Trump again because he represents everything I hate in other people. Does that make me a bad person?"

"I home school my kids because I don't want them to learn about evolution or be around colored kids."

"Listen, I'm hammered. Just find me more booze so I can get more hammered before my hubby touches me again."

"I confess to being Q-Anon. I made it all up."

"I'm giving every one an STD for Christmas."


Friday, October 27, 2023

Friday, September 22, 2023

So, we did a thing this summer 

That is the link to BenDen Productions first video. It's a short film about my big sister Linda who got killed at age 9. But it's also about racism, immigration, and forgiveness.  Watch it. And look for our ext project, a massive episodic space opera.

Saturday, September 2, 2023

A new work

The Anxious Cat. 

(Acrylic and marker on 30x38" canvas)

This work is all one line. I started with my marker on the canvas and filled in the spaces with paint.


Tuesday, July 4, 2023

I'm a real artist now!

My first solo art show was a huge success. Sold many works, got two more promises of sshows in the pipeline for next year, and made many new friends.

Thank you to Leslie at Ravenworks for taking a chance on me and for believing in me. All my haters, all the galleries who turned me down, and especially that greedy pig who calls himself my brother can suck it. 


Monday, June 19, 2023


 My first solo art shw was a smashing sucess. I priced my work so that working folks could afford it and I ended up selling a lot of work. This piece went to a good friend's home. And this show has other dealers in the area interested in giving me shows in 2024.

I'll be giving most of my money from it to non religious charities and using it to buy art supplies for the elementary school down the street from us.

I'm over the moon. 

Sunday, April 30, 2023

In the pipeline

 My first solo art exhibit is coming this month of May. Deal with it.

Monday, March 6, 2023

Trump or DeSantis?

"We like Ike."

"Both make my vagina dry up."


"Look, I need to pee so I guess Joe Biden."

"We've decided to back whoever isn't a fascist, so neither. Also we hear Dr. Jeff Schoondyke attacked Dr. Monkey and got away with it. He's an angry closeted bully who brutally attacked our friend and karma will come back to bite him"

"I love to vote against my self intrest so I'm going to vote for whoever scares me most with their wildest conspiracy theories."


Sunday, October 30, 2022

A shocking crime

 On October 14th I was attacked and assaulted by a cardiologist named Jeff Schoondyke at Karing Hearts Cardiology. I have the police report to prove it and I have filed a complaint about this incident to the TN medical board. This man attacked me while I was having an anxiety attack and my neuropathy was flaring up. He is a menace, a bully, and a person who thinks he is a god. 

If he loses his license to practice medicine in TN, I won't hold my breath, then he deserves it. 

I fear for my life as long as he is allowed to practice medicine and lives in Johnson City, TN.

Thursday, October 13, 2022

Eight Karens explain why they believe Trump's election lies

"Trump is God's chosen candidate and God don't play games, he'll fuck you right up if you disobey him, just like my husband."

"Jewish space lasers."

"What about Herbert Hoover's lies? Why doesn't the liberal media talk about that?"

"Is it pudding time yet?"


"He won't let Negroes take my gun and let them use it to gay marry Mexican Muslim immigrants."

"Trump cut my taxes and he hates unions like I do."

"He's not lying, you're lying. Now leave me alone I need to report on the activities of black people."


Thursday, June 2, 2022

National Bird Night 1975

 In 1975 white America was beginning to find out what black folks always knew, that the USA was still segregated as hell. This piece is all about that. Ask any white person you know if they know what 'redlining' is and most can't tell you.  Banks literally took a map of a city or county and drew red lines around areas they didn't want black folks living in. Home loans were declined to black folks because white folks feared them and feared they would bring down property values.  

Notice how the black(ish) birds are cooped up behind the redline while the 'virginal' innocent 'normal' whiteish bird has plenty of room to grow and get access to good schools and a better life since property taxes pay for schools in all areas, those in neighborhoods with better housing got better schools and more, while at the same time black kids were expected to do as well academically as white kids despite having virtually no school funding and trigger happy cops ran wild to enforce laws that protected the institutionally racist system. Bankers and mortgage company owners exchanged Klan robes for business suits. And the sad thing is it hasn't changed much since 1975.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

National Bird Night 1974


I grew up watching Alfred Hitchcock films, in 1974, it seemed like I was trapped in one.

Still reeling from the deaths of my sister and mother and getting no help for that because my bipolar aunt and her adulterous husband thought that seeking mental health help for kids was a waste of their time, I was expected to suck it up and be a man. And suffering from culture shock from moving from the KKK capital of Michigan to an even smaller town in SW VA where if you were the slightest bit different you were bullied and looked upon as weirdo, I had to make do as best as I could. My aunt bullied me and her children followed her example, with her illiterate son Matthew at one point trying to murder me by shooting at me with a rifle. When the bullet hit the trailer near where I was standing, my uncle flew into a rage, not because I could have been killed, but because his property was being was in danger of being damaged. The look of disgust on his face when I told him that his son had tried to shoot me showed me he could not care less about my life and that his trailer was more important then my life. And with the bullying I had to endure for being an outsider in a small town made me feel like a target constantly.

On a national level we were finding out Nixon was a crook who put targets on anyone who disagreed with him and that the FBI was spying on anyone considered a threat, like leftists, black activists, gay folks, anyone Hoover didn't like. 

This work represents all that. And the sad thing is, not much of it has changed.

Sunday, April 10, 2022

National Bird Night 1973

                  National Bird Night 1973. (Acrylic, ink, markers, and paper on 24x30" canvas)

1973 was one of the worst years ever for me. In late winter/early spring in Detroit an incompetent doctor killed my mother on an operating table. I was not ten years old yet and I had watched my big sister Linda get hit and killed by a car and then a little over two years later I lost the most important person in my life, my mom. We, my remaining siblings and I were forced to go live in a farm, in what turned out to be the Klu Klux Klan HQ of Michigan, with my dad's half sister, her adulterous husband who was obsessed with proving at all times that he was the Alpha male, and their bullying children. It was made clear from day one that they came first and we were second class citizens in a place I did not want to be. I was bullied by my aunt and uncle, whipped with belts, slapped, kicked, and under constant threat of violence. Many foster kids had it worse but any abuse of children, especially ones suffering the trauma I was suffering, was wrong. And to this day my bullying cousins refuse to admit they bullied me. Too bad their parents are dead because I wanted them to admit how badly they treated me and my siblings and to spit on them to show my contempt.  Still though, dancing on their graves is pretty satisfying. 

This work represents on one level my mom leaving my physical life and on another it represents the gains made by women in the fight for equality. I added bits of color to the female figures to give a nod to all the courageous women of color who had it worse than white women. And the crow/raven has long been associated with death in western art.

Monday, March 7, 2022

National Bird Night 1972

National Bird Night 1972
(Acrylic, ink, and paper on 20x24" canvas)

In 1972 things looked dark for all of us. Nixon was bombing the shit out of Vietnam, his war on drugs was really a war on black and brown dissent after years of institutional racism, and we had four more years of putting up with him after the election in 1972. Watergate had went down but no one knew yet it would bring Nixon down and cement his place in history s a crook. 

On the bright side George McGovern had opened up the Democratic party and broke the death grip that old white men held on the party at that time. He helped open the door for women, more people of color, and LGBTQ people to come inside the previously smoke filled backrooms where the real decisions were made in the Democratic party. We also saw the great Shirley Chisholm run for the Democratic Party nomination. She was a black woman and for her to run was a heroic and historic thing to do, women, especially black women had historically been shut out of the corridors of power and she helped lead the way for many more to come after her in her wake. She and McGovern remain some of my heroes.

The lavender bird represents the breakthroughs the gay community was making in the USA and worldwide. They had been labeled as mentally ill for being born homosexual. I remember my mom insisting us children go upstairs when a gay man my dad became friends with in a mental hospital came over to visit him at our home. It's sad to think my late sweet little momma swallowed the lies that went around about gay folks back then, she was afraid he was going to molest us or some shit while across the street from us was a Catholic church full of priests who were raping kids and everyone looked the other way. 

The dark background represents the unease I felt at the time. Things looked bleak to me. Four more years of war, police brutality, state sanctioned oppression of anyone who disagreed with Nixon, and more of dealing with the trauma of watching my sister get killed and how it affected my mother. I was ten years old and I thought things got better as you got older. I found out the next year how wrong I was.

Thursday, March 3, 2022

National Bird Night 1971

National Bird Night 1971
(Acrylic ink, and paper on 20x24" canvas)

This work refers to phony rightwing Republican/conservative patriotism. If you dared criticize Nixon or the raging Vietnam war they lied us into, they shrieked that if you don't love America you should leave. They wrapped themselves in the flag, that doesn't mean shit to me and many people of color who got screwed over by our government.

The bird is a nod to the Pop art of the period, especially Roy Lichtenstein and his Ben-Day dot works. 

A always click on the image for a larger view.

Wednesday, March 2, 2022

National Bird Night 1970


National Bird Night 1970 
(Acrylic, ink, and paper on 3x5' canvas)

The 1970's started off with a bang for me. We were living in the projects, that's council housing to my British friends, and poor as church mice. We got every scrap of welfare the Great Society provided, this was before massive tax cuts and right wing efforts to take welfare away from poor and working class people and give it to the rich white men in the form of corporate welfare and tax cuts. We were one of three white families in our neighborhood which was 'on the wrong side of the tracks' as the saying goes. 

The big greenish building represents the small apartment we lived in inside of the building. And when I say 'we,' I mean my mother, my mentally ill father, when he was well enough to come home, and my four siblings and I. It was a multi family building and from it we could see the big brick houses of the rich white people across the busy highway who they wanted nothing to do with poor people like us. The massive Roman Catholic church St. Monica's was also across the street. Mother took us to mass there and when we could escape the priests, we'd play football on the huge manicured lawn on the church grounds. The priests would shout at us and run us off.

The woman kissing the child in the bottom right corner represents my mom kissing my big sister, she was 9 yrs old, I was 8, Linda goodbye. We kids were going to the store to spend what little coins we managed to get from various places. The car on the left represents the car that would hit and kill my big sister as we tried to cross a busy car filled highway on our way to the little store where we bought penny candy, comic books, and cheap toys.

The girl under the street lamp represents all the girls I had crushes on and the bird looking up her dress is me, I got in to trouble for looking up a girl's dress in school. I was curious, I want to see what made them so different and alluring. The Vietnam war was raging and film of dead and wounded soldiers was on TV every night and the plane dropping the bomb represents Nixon's love of bombing and killing innocent people he didn't like. 

We had a playground behind our apartment building but all the action was playing in the street in front of our house. The kids playing on the old car on the left represents that. And the figures in the streets and in the windows represent all the neighbors who watched out for kids and for the cops, there was still left over tension from the 1967 riots and no one in our neighborhood trusted cops,

In 1970 I harbored dreams of becoming a baseball star for my hometown Detroit Tigers, so the numerals are outlined in their team colors. 

This is not a happy work since it deals with the death of my sister that I witnessed, but it is happy in that it represents the last day my mother was happy and before Linda's death crushed her and her spirit. The light behind her eyes went out and she was never the same after that day. But she carried on and did her best, she still had four kids and a husband to look after.