California’s Lassen Dunes

 The year is 1969—Two young men climb aboard a psychedelic space ship - a faded green and rusted 1953 panel truck. Once aboard and righteously ready for a colorful, swirling, trip, they blast off to a cosmic star called Mount Lassen. As their ship approaches the barren volcanic wasteland, the young men observe that the star, Lassen, is a vast pyroclastic universe, a sweeping landscape of wind-driven sand that appears as creamy mounds - the breasts of mother Lassen. Formed by white sand, the powdered milk of desert winds accumulates around her limitless areolas and leaves a mirage of deep thirst in the young traveler's throats. From the back of the space ship, covered under layers of misdirection, Peyote buttons are retrieved and steeped in hot lava-milk. Suckling like babies on the tit, they quench their thirst for the love and warmth of a woman who releases from her red lips a tongue that licks the eternal ground of the dunes. (Poem written in 1969 as we sat high above Mt. Lassen's sand dunes...tripping on the good shit.

Painting by Charles Asher: The Sand Dunes of Mount Lassen.

 

 

 

Well, I have recreated her; Rosa now lives again. To resurrect Rose, I include the first stanza of a poem I wrote in my youth describing the passion of her life - Fire. "La Rosa Magica," makes life hot and spellbinding.

 

The Eternal Scorch of a Sun Goddess

Your golden bronze body steams with searing heat as if a burning smoky desire drenched by love’s wave. Standing before me, golden, divine, Cleopatric, you summon my body with an imperceptive nod. Deeply tanned by the burning light of worship, except for your secrets now covered, you command me to kneel as you lift your sparkling dress revealing your true essence, the blaze of a crimson rose. I clasp my hands in prayer, touch them to my forehead, and plead for a taste of your fire.

Drowning in Sorrow

Drowning in Sorrow

 18 x 24 Oil on canvas

Simply stated, "Drowning in Sorrow" is my vision of an emotional loss.

For me, that concept spans sixty-plus years of life and is a reoccurring experience that I dread. Yet, it is a part of life that all of us must deal with in our years on this earth. It is a vision of the overwhelming plunge into dark sadness that we feel when an emotional shock rocks us with loss. It could be a break-up with a lover, a sad goodbye, the loss of a pet, a forced move from a place loved, an illness, a divorce, yet mostly, from the death of someone you love.

FYI: You may wonder why I use women in paintings that have emotional themes. The simple answer is, a women's beauty emotionally motivates me best. Many of my themes are universal, (this one is Sorrow,) so either way, a man or a woman can relate. In my realm, women reflect life's beauty, so as an artist, I pursue that beauty in my vision.

(I am still working on this painting, so you see it in its unfinished state.)

Lonely Blues

Lonely Blues

 24 x 24 Oil on canvas

Wrapped in lonely blue contemplation, as fear still partially hides the naked truth, she seeks to understand love.

What is love? Do we give love freely without expectation of any return? Does love ever end? Can love end for some but not for others? 

Is love as a secret cove where two souls intimately share their lives while floating in a warm blue pool of sharing, fed by a waterfall of passion?
 
Is it possible that the waterfall can change to one of sad misting tears?

One searches and prays for answers.
 

Heavenly Prayer

Heavenly Prayer

18 x 24 oil on Canvas

Within the dazzle of heavenly stars and in the dream of life,

She forms the Constellation - Heavenly Prayer.

Maybe

 

                                                                          

The Most Important Decision of Her Life Hangs in the Balance

Original Oil on Canvas 24 x36

The original painting lacks the title. 

           Above is of the poster, printed on Poster-Paper size 24 x 36)

Cirque du SolarEyes

Cirque du SolarEyes
47 x 35 Oil on Canvas
framed

 She Flies Through the Air across the Azure of Heaven
and Soars with all the Stark Colors of a Circus Beauty