AdPock

I Was There Photo & poem by AdPock A shadow on the cloud Though I hea...

 

Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge By A. Freeman Pockross Pigs on the Wind Dark clouds loom large over Harmonyville. Two pigs ...

Feels like a shift Perhaps that’s always been Time keeps on shifting And getting stuck in gear. We’re always here Whether we fear what’...

My Good Boy. My good good boy. Bubba. Bubba Big Dick Pockross Or just… BDP. Bubbakins.  The BubblyWubbly The Bubz. Mr. Bubbly...

  When the act of putting pen to page feels like a shirk, When you know in your heart it’ll take much harder work, When the gifts that you...

Believe,  If you can, In energy, In healing, In peace. Even if that's hard, I'll believe in you.

Lost my buddy yesterday, Today is quite a day, Happy to see it, Wish he could too. But now… Immediately so, He’s just a memory. If a man lea...

Beneath the droning planes, Beached before the tides, A lone perhaps lonely drummer, Keeps time, As the ancient ones before her, Mallet afte...

Garbonzo Ron,  Tried to keep it turned on, But sometimes he had trouble seeing the light. Thankfully, glory was but a spark away.  

 

 

This museum-quality print   was created from a 60” x 40” acrylic on canvas commissioned by my dear friend Jay, to honor his gone-too-soon b...

The piece above was made with love and healing vibes for the kids and families that stay at the Ronald McDonald House in Los Angeles, so th...

Would that he could, but Alan could not. The world just felt too heavy to move. An anchor. A man of the world, perhaps once, now sunken by i...

Since Mother's Day, I've been drawing and redrawing the above image. I was initially trying to think of a card to create for m...

Mike actively convinced himself of his own happiness.

Passover is not nearly as much fun in isolation. I heard people are doing virtual seders, but honestly, I'm just barely hanging ont...

Look closely, and you can see the feint makings of a heartline on that there wolf above, howling away at the cycles of the moon.  ...

This is Oscar, he gets a lot of crap from octopuses for being part ostrich, and a lot of crap from ostriches for being part octopus....

Gene and Gertrude reflected, on this wacky thing called life; Acted as if rejected, though truth ejected strife; When the mo...

When I was like 10 or so, my mom opened a Southwestern Art gallery in Cherry Creek, an up and coming suburb of late '80s Denver. I...

My life as an artist, and as a human I suppose, has been to overthink. In an effort to not overthink the pretty pictures I've ...

Something’s missing from my beach today. The salt still tempts my nostrils, yes. Same as yesterday. The sand still stays my feet i...