Homeless Pastor

Why does this guy threaten me so much?

Why does Vincent Pannizzo get under my skin?

Answer:  Because he makes my own life and witness look incredibly wimpy by comparison.



Here is another article on Vincent and his ministry.

The Finished Tattoo

I blogged here and here about the tattoo I was getting.

Well, it is finally finished!

Props to Adam Brooks at Suicide Kings Tattoo in Canton, Michigan, for this fine work!

"St. Adam" - Simulated Stained Glass Painting

This is a totally new kind of painting for me.  It doesn't take me as long as a traditional portrait in oils would.  This one was very experimental, and should I do more paintings in this style, I will know what pitfalls to avoid.

The medium is acrylic ink on panel.  The size is 16" wide by 20" high.

Ever Love - Best of Show!

I am thrilled to report that my recently completed oil painting, "Ever Love", won the Best of Show Award at the SOAA "Art at the Museum" show! 

This show runs through October 27th, and includes a wide range of excellent art from many different artists, so if you are local, come on out and have a look!

Michigan Artist Candy Draper!

I have met more great visual artists this year than in my entire previous life combined.  I am not sure of all the reasons for this, but it is a huge blessing to me!

The latest artist I've met is Candy Draper, a fellow Metro Detroit painter.  I found out about her because of an art show we are both entering in nearby Hazel Park, Michigan.

Candy is influenced by the art of Jackson Pollock.  But she has her own style.  Several different styles, in fact.  I was smitten by her work when I first saw it, and am happy to say that I now have a few of her paintings in my collection!

Here is the first work I ever saw of Candy's, which I bought yesterday.  It is 24" x 36", and I entitled, Monster Under My Bed:

I also bought this one, which is called Wish:

Candy has many more such paintings for sale, as well as less expensive 8" x 10" paintings in a similar style.  She is currently needing to sell a large number of paintings quickly, to raise funds, so if you have any interest in collecting her art, please contact me and I will help you find out how to buy her art!

Fit Girl - New Song Demo

I wrote this song really quickly today.  I wrote two lines of it in the gym this morning, and the rest of it while stuck in traffic on the way home from work this evening.

Fit Girl (P. Erlandson)

I was in the gym when she walked in off the street.

With the kind of body to knock you off your feet.

She got down to work, and she started to lift.

Muscles moving like a continental drift.

Looking at her I turned white as a sheet.

She was punishing her delts by the Smith Machine,

Like the love child of Judy Jetson and Mr. Clean.
Over in the corner I’m about to faint.

She’s the kind of girl that I would love to paint.
She was the baddest jacked up chick that I had ever seen.

Chorus:  Fit girl, fit girl, look my way!

If I catch your eye, I’ll have to look away.
If I cannot have you I will live in misery.

Now I’m no schmoe, but my knees were getting weak.
I was afraid she’d think I was a pencil-neck geek.

In between sets, I’d try to catch her eye;

I’m trying to look cooler than the other guys.
I am hypnotized by her physique.  (Chorus)

I can’t describe the effect that she has on me.

I don’t need no coffee, no 5-Hour Energy!
She’s got me bouncing off the walls.
She’s racing my heart like clenbuterol.
She’s got me buzzing to the Nth degree.  (Chorus)

Tattoo Poem -

Here is a poem I wrote about getting my tattoo.  In case you missed it, this is the art I'm having done on my back:



My friend Adam is the man doing the tattoo.  I dedicate this poem to him.


Three Adams - for Adam Brooks

Dali paintings, skulls and monsters, particolored wings,
Cards and dice and portraits line the walls of Suicide Kings.

Breathing shallow, still as rock, I’m trying not to blink.
Virgin plains of ruddy skin imbibing jet black ink.
Adam leans against my back and scribes a fearful face:
An image of an image of the saviour of our race.

Then, as the needle does its work, three Adams fill my mind.
One, the ancient orchard thief and ruiner of mankind.
Two, redeemer of the first, who back to Eden beckoned.
Three, the artist at my back, illumining the second.

For as by Adam Number One the world was filled with sin,
So Adam Two took sin away for One and all his kin.
And as the Second took on flesh to save One from the brink,
So shall the hand of Adam Three incarnate Two in ink.

The artist’s hand creates bold lines of energy and vigor,
Which on my back, in turn, create a large and startling figure.
“It is finished!” groans the Second Adam from the tree.
“I’m all finished!” quotes the joyful Adam Number Three.

I don my shirt, and like Saint Veronica’s veil, it’s blessed
With visage of the dying Christ miraculously impressed.


© 2012, Paul Erlandson