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  • The Raven
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"
    315,400
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  • I Was Naked

    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"

    I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.

    324,400
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  • Tsunami Eyes

    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"

     

    Tsunami 2004: "I will always see his eyes as he disappeared."

    Anguished quote from mother who watched her son pulled from her arms as the waters rushed in.

    294,400
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  • The might of my hand
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 24" x 18"
    482,361
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  • Insatiable
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 24" x 18"
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  • Prickly Heart
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 24" x 18"

     

    CUTTING DOWN
    I slash and scrape

    to get at the heart. 
    Cutting down, deep down
    to reveal the inner beauty.
    Cutting away like Michelangelo
    on a mountain of marble.
    Cutting down, deep down
    to reveal the inner mystery.

     

    © 2010 Stephen Hall
    Tucson
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  • Stop Me

    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 24" x 18"

     

    A LONG, WAILING RAPTURE 

    He had beautiful hair.

    Long, black hair.

    Like Barbara Allen.

    Gossamer, silken and sunlit.

    He gave it a girlish flip.

    As he stood calmly.

    Taking in the view.

    The sun was shining.

    On him today.

    The sky reflected.

    A brilliant blue.

    It was a warm day.

    Too warm.

    For the black, leather jacket.

    But, he looked cool.

    It was who he was.

    His image, his identity, his tribe.

    It was a daisy of a day.

    Full of tourists.

    Strolling, laughing and gesturing.

    He watched intently.

    As they passed.

    Curious, envious and anxious.

    Time was passing.

    He was tired.

    He turned his back.

    On the parade of people.

    And looked out.

    Over the bay.

    Stepping up.

    To the parapet.

    Standing tall.

    Beautiful in black.

    He leaned forward.

    Leaping into the mosh pit.

    Off the Golden Gate.

    Spiraling downward.

    A fluttering feather.

    Weightless and weeping.

    Uttering.

    A long, wailing rapture.

     

    Copyright ©2008 Stephen Hall

    511,400
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  • War & Peace
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"
    312,400
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  • Control
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"
    307,400
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  • Infusion
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"
    311,400
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  • In the Image of

    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"

    760,960
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  • Out of the Dust of Death

    Acrylic on canvas, 48" x 24"

    1140,584
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  • Self

    Acrylic on paper on board, 96" x 24"

    SELF

    What did I see?
    Nothing I wanted to see.
    So, I saw nothing.

    What did I hear?
    Nothing I wanted to hear.
    So, I heard nothing.

    What did I feel?
    Nothing I wanted to feel.
    So, I felt nothing.

    What did I say?
    Nothing I wanted to say.
    So, I said nothing.

    What did I do?
    Nothing I wanted to do.
    So, I did nothing.

    What did I become?
    Nothing I wanted to become.
    So, I became nothing.

    1440,373
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  • At Opposites
    Acrylic on acid-free Arches watercolor paper, 30" x 11.25"
    550,226
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  • Death Diminishes Not the Teacher
    Acrylic on canvas, 72" x 60"
    1268,960
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  • The Killing Fields

    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 24" x 18"

     

    GOOD MORNING VIETNAM

    The lick of the dog.

    Was warm and wet.

    Upon my lips.

    Prudence was persistent.

    Wake up!

    Get up!

    Good Morning Vietnam!

    She yapped.

    The puppy Saint.

    Was my gift.

    To my lovely wife.

    Of the frizzy hair.

    To comfort.

    To nuzzle.

    To kiss.

    A loveable placeholder.

    While I tiptoed.

    Through the jungle.

    With bells on my toes.

    And death in my hands.

    I entered.

    The federal building.

    A-1.

    I departed.

    4-F.

    And returned home.

    To my wife.

    Of the frizzy hair.

    The kiss.

    She gave me.

    Was warm and wet.

    Upon my lips.

    And far better.

    Than any.

    Lick of the dog.

     

    Copyright ©2008 Stephen Hall

    523,400
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  • The Killing Fields (Detail)
    Detail
    419,400
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  • The Aggrieved
    Acrylic on acid-free and archival safe paper, 18" x 24"
    514,400
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I gave you life. I created a world for you. I created the horse for you. I created red. Just for you. Every bit. And scrap of love. In My heart. I gave to you. Yet, you. Searched for something more. Something new. Something, Other.   —Stephen Hall

 

Image: detail from Insatiable 

Poem: fragment from Virtuous Virulence

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