“Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together. But when I look ahead up the white road. There is always another one walking beside you.”  / T.S. Eliot. The Waste Land.

Three. 20×30 in. 50×76 cm. Acrylic on canvas. By Clinock.


Figure in a Room




It’s not much to offer in return.

I escape into the accommodating mist,

embarrassed and too far lost in other landscapes

to embrace the yes or the no.

An Unexpected Encounter

An Unexpected Meeting

An Unexpected Encounter by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency.

Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine”

Luna Ilena Sobre Chapala


Full Moon over Chapala

She is the dance of all the world’s oceans

She is the depth of mystery and the vibrating soul

She is the peeling back of all that is hidden


Full Moon Over Chapala

Luna Ilena Sobre Chapala by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency.  Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.



Lesser Spotted Virus Eater


virus eater

Every Home Should Have One…Get Yours Today !

Virus Eater by Clinock. 20×16 in. 50×41 cm. Acrylic on panel. The Covid paintings 2020.

The Jester’s Jester

the jester and her jester


Why are we not all born with a jester attached?

To be with us until we die. To keep us awake.

To remind us of the truth.

To fill mortality with laughter and the jingle of bells?


If the jester listens to her jester as the brain listens to the heart

She may eventually find peace amongst the flow and thrust

of our twisted ribbons.

Are we finally saved then, can I relax now

or did i get it wrong again?


It was only yesterday was it not

that the ferryman winked at me?

And although the days are losing definition

I’m certain it was the same day

you made a necklace out of acorns

and hung it around my neck, laughing.


We are blessed and sacrificed at the same moment.

The breast to the memory stone.

Not a circle but a spiral and all is suddenly Carnival,

bright and loud and gilded,

showing the folds and creases of pockets and wallets and bags

as we leave them at the door.

And unburdened

we are now

free to dance.


The Jester’s Jester. 18×14 in. 46×36 cm. Acrylic on panel.

Painting and poem by clinock.