Ranch Poem – “The Golden Door of the Future”


“The Golden Door of the Future”

We are in the midst of vast transitions.
All flawed systems being reconditioned.
A New Mankind coming to fruition.
Waking from a slumber of centuries
to crumbling empires, Broadband anarchy,
and Age-ending Mayan astrology.
We wait for the motion of what’s to come.
Unprecedented possibilities become
the hour when a new clarity is sung.
Our calls for people power won’t let up.
Feeling more evolved as it all builds up.
A status quo slowed world turned right side up.

Some have vowed to illuminate mankind,
unafraid to reveal what one might find
when we combine our hearts with one world’s mind.
Poets are priests of the congregation
seeing spirals of radiant information-
-the language of Truth’s enunciation.
Pioneers and revolutionaries
dance between mediums. Visionaries
inventing tomorrow’s sanctuaries
of sentient soul’s inner awakening.
Promoting profound empathy they sing
about art as a way of wondering.
Listening ceaselessly and focusing.
Those of us who refuse to stop thinking.
Music is ammo for the Reckoning.

There’s an inheritance of evolved love,
Prehistoric harmony’s push and shove.
A call on the origin to rise above.
Boundaries between things disappearing.
No longer out of tune, we are hearing
the living cell that is Earth endearing.
You must be a branching point for break through
Sense premonitions from Machu Picchu.
Grab hold of what is arising in you
and work the essentials of energy.
Outer and inner lives in harmony,
we learn to reflect within constantly.

Human sensitivity is rising.
More and more of us are journalizing.
Realizing as we are modernizing
that the future’s thread is transformed in us
and awareness is our new animus.
Reset the balance of your nucleus
‘cus life is not promised, not guaranteed.
We are pure potential tremendously.
Beyond the similes and vis-a-vis.

We fit ourselves into web frames on walls.
Strengthening personas but all in all,
when the community falls the world falls.
Hollow people gain the world but lose soul.
Bankers and senators hide in foxholes,
but for life’s grief there are no loopholes.
Ego has you convinced that you must fight
day and night against someone else’s right.
Our differences must heal, then we’ll unite.
All are intertwined in rocking delight,
Israelites, Buddhist, Christians, Shiites.
Judgment, shame and blame block out the sunlight.
See through the dark veil of nationalness.
Try so hard to overcome littleness.
Breakdown illusions of separateness.
Gotta protect, border and greet each other.
End self-absorption to serve another.
We’re beckoned to be ONE or the other.

We are a solid crew, an infinite troupe.
No longer will we yearn at dusk on stoops
waiting to be duped by special interest groups.
There is a surge of intention to strive,
to say YES to harmony and revive
the mind to stay hungry to change our lives.
The planet’s energies no longer will
support negative forces, dark and ill.
This is the Great Call, to will your own will.
To cultivate great opportunities,
do not be afraid to speak of unity.
Truth is a stance of the community.
The age of degeneration will end.
The advent of a world in which we mend
the broken order, rebuild and transcend.
Join the conscious movement of history.
Ring out the thousand worlds of old unfree
Ring in the thousand years of peace espirit.
A lasting transformation is at stake.
Gotta communicate to syncopate.
The Golden Door of the Future awaits.
Surrender briefly to uncertainty.
Wake up with a dream in your eyes and see,
we create the 21st Century.




Ranch Essay – “As the Market Dives, New Art Thrives”


“As the Market Dives, New Art Thrives”

The contemporary art market is facing a sinking feeling that Wall Street knows well. Over the last five years, the art world has experienced a flood of fiscal ecstasy. Art values grew on average almost 20 percent per year, according to the Mei Moses fine art index, comprised in part by Michael Moses, a professor of management at New York University’s SternSchool of Business. As years of unchecked growth in the global financial and credit markets turned the global economy on its head and America down that road to “The Great Recession”, the global art market’s corporate model produced a downturn of its own during the latter half of 2008.

I have come to find that the traditional effect of national, and in this case global, economic despair is a swift crippling of the contemporary art market. During past recessions, a failing economy cleared out gallery spaces and left gallery walls empty, but it ultimately opened new space for those new artists who surfaced to reshape the way the art world lives and breathes. Artists, like economists, must take it into wider reaches of culture to find a new way up. Granted, the current economic crisis seems to be unlike anything our economy has seen since the first half of the 20th century, but my hopes are that history will repeat it self for the sake of the art.

“In a turbulent world, art continues to represent both value and relevance,” said Bill Ruprecht, President and CEO of Sotheby’s Auction House, reports MSNBC.com.

As I walked down 10th Ave. in Manhattan this past weekend, gallery guide in hand, I couldn’t help but feel disheartened by the ailing condition of the New York City art scene. Chelsea galleries can’t make the rent, well-known artists can’t seem to finance their new Audi A6, but oddly enough, newer, younger artists are catching their big break.

“It’s a time for galleries to take calculated risks and be very clever on what work you show,” said Claire Oliver, founder of The Claire Oliver Gallery in the Chelsea arts district of New York City, “We show artists who are in their 20’s and 30’s, whose art is still affordable, and our sales are still doing really well. Our collectors are still buying art because they love art and are jonesing for it.”

Auction houses, who auction off famous artwork and generally make the big sales, watched those sales evaporate over the last quarter of 2008-often settling at half of the projected selling point. In London, Christie’s worldwide art sales were down 11 percent in 2008. Sotheby’s-considered by many as the premier international art auction house-reported fourth quarter 2008 operating revenues of 166.2 million dollars, a 52 percent decrease from the fourth quarter of 2007. What do these dismal numbers mean? Young, lesser-known artists who sell their fresh work for less suddenly have become the cat’s meow of the art world, emerging as an affordable option for collectors.

“It has to do with perceived value; suddenly no one wants to buy work with a set value,” said Dan Zvereff, an artist working out of Brooklyn, “It is a push and pull kind of thing.”

Once an artist’s work has a price on it, depreciation is not usually viable option. It remains an unspoken rule among well-known artists that you shouldn’t sell for less than your set value, even if that value is as bloated as the market itself. The successful artist is then put in a corner, where they have trouble selling without lowering their prices. It is during periods like this in the art world that the young and undiscovered artist must strike the market like their low-brow lifestyle depended on it.

“This is a time that separates the men from the boys,” said Oliver, “Young artists who are working hard and aggressively can make it, but if you have an ‘I’ll see how it goes’ attitude right now, you won’t.”

I’ve come to believe that during economic downtimes, art collectors turn their attention and their pocketbooks toward new artists whose value and notoriety they can raise by helping them break out. Collectors thrive on what appeals to a younger generation, finding fresh blood who use unique mediums and whose work is shaped around a single relatable idea. In Philadelphia, on the first Friday night of every month 40+ galleries show their work to a large group of viewers.

“The artwork I am drawn most to at First Friday, and who draw the biggest crowd are the young artists,” said Nick Zegel, an artist working out of the Philadelphia art scene, “What they are doing is appealing to a younger generation in ways in which the old doesn’t seem to be working.”

Aged economics failed the financial sector, so the world is looking to those with fresh ideas to pull us through. As it has done in the past, the contemporary art market will find its revival in artists who are innovative and new. “The market is experiencing a necessary shift,” said Oliver, “and the cream will rise to the top.”


Ranch Poem – “Roar”



Midday sun rays drop through the open window
onto uneven bursts and streams of water.
Opalescent rainbow mist is created
by a chance combination of elements.
Nature meets petty human agency,
the juxtaposed joy of a mystic vision!
To exhibit this fleeting masterpiece
and have patrons join me in the shower…naked!
We are meant to serve art, serve creation
and EXPLODE from it and EXPLODE as it.
Like the mist, art is not always so thoughtful.
True beauty exists in community.
Talking with Dizzy I notice a change,
our fellows breaking habits to be brave.
Going alone. Always accident prone.
Escape irrevocable decisions,
discover real life in death of derision.
Find love instead of money, power and trouble.
We welp out loud in our sleep, our dog dreams.
A darkened desired for a light unseen.
We fear this blinding reality of ours.
How do we choose from this bag of tricks?
How do we know which news is good and bad?
They think day to day as we wait for tomorrow.
Soon our technology may create us.
But only a soul can experience depression,
feel the Blues and write “Sophisticated Lady.”
Where is Twain and Ginsburg when we read them?
They scream at us from Kindles and touch screens.
Sure is hard to watch raw, old ways fade.
Traditionalists make the best progress,
don’t be so quick to not grow from yesterday.
Gödel’s theorems exist throughout nature
in swirling survival matter and soul growth.
Do not be afraid of your own art.
Roar and make a sad world a paradise.