Patrick Pierson Fine Art

10/03/2024

Thomas

10/03/2024

In the aftermath of the total devastation caused by Hurricane Helene, KamalJoe flipped her middle finger at people desperately pleading for help, while she went hobnobbing with the glitterati, begging them for campaign contributions. What a reprehensible little oaf this KamalJoe truly is!

04/16/2024

"I am Dodo, neither black nor white but rather fluffy, and I'm beaky to a fault. I am Zootopian, but from the cut of your genes, I'd say your apple didn't fall far from my tree. I am life itself, the wayward whim of several billion cells to be you for a little while. I am the mote in the Eye of Providence, the thorn in the Lion's Paw, and as such, I am as spiritually enlightened as I am secularly incredulous, though I often enjoy a short respite with the agnostic. I am your alter ego, the avatar of your dreams. And like a candle in this dark, demon-haunted world of yours, I am your lifeline. I am Ethos, your beacon of righteousness in a sea of decadence and debauchery. I am Logos, the voice of reason when waves of tumultuous doubt cloud your mind. I am Pathos, for I carry the burden of your woes and summon the wind as you sail in pursuit of your bliss. I am actualized by a certain, fastidiously fishified fellow, but I am realized by all the folks I've ever met: Thou hast breathed life into me and given me a reason for being, and for this I am eternally grateful. I am Dodo."

To the ordinary dodo, life is a zoo at the back of beyond

I am Dodo, neither black nor white but rather fluffy, and I'm beaky to a fault. I am Zootopian, but from the cut of your genes, I'd say your apple didn't fall far from my tree. I am life itself, the wayward whim of several billion cells to be you for a little while. I am themote in the Eye of Providence, the thorn in the Lion's Paw, and as such, I am as spiritually enlightened as I am secularly incredulous, though I often enjoy a short respite with the agnostic. I am your alter ego, the avatar of your dreams. And like a candle in this dark, demon-haunted world of yours, I am your lifeline. I am Ethos, your beacon of righteousness in a sea of decadence and debauchery. I am Logos, the voice of reason when waves of tumultuous doubt cloud your mind. I am Pathos, for I carry the burden of your woes and summon the wind as you sail in pursuit of your bliss. I am actualized by a certain, fastidiously fishified fellow, but I am realized by all the folks I've ever met: Thou hast breathed life into me and given me a reason for being, and for this I am eternally grateful. I am Dodo.

08/10/2022

This article was published on October 25, 1992 when I was 39. FYI, the reason the sub-head reads, "Superior man drops apron for paintbrush" is because I resided in Superior Township in Ypsilanti, Michigan at the time.

12/20/2021

Original oil pastels with colored pencils and a lithograph created from an oil pastel, all dating back three decades ago when my artwork was published by Meisner-SOHO in New York.

09/27/2021

'Rembrandt's Hurdy-Gurdy' oil pencil/pastels on museum board ©️ 2021 Patrick Pierson

05/20/2019

'Guardian of the Undersea,' 60" by 48" oil on canvas

01/18/2019

NEWTON'S LAW

"Like the faint memory of her scent, she lingered. Hauntingly so. I recalled Miss Molly Mawkins glancing over her shoulder as she sashayed up the stair and into the coach, the forlornity in her eyes, still fizzing with desire, and her whispered words echoed in my mind: "It's for the best." That and the hissing steam made me think of all things locomotive, and it hit me -- she had pushed me away in order to move herself forward. Call it Newton's third law of love. Yet all I know of women is the extent to which I remain utterly clueless." - I. Newton Deaudeux