Available at the White Rock Gallery
Traveling Man 
Nothing is Real 
North Pole Blues 
You were Always on My Mind 
The Battle for Truth
Available at the Petley Jones Gallery
The Inheritance 
The Surrealist 
North Pole Boogaloo – Closing Time at the North Pole 
Some Things Will Remain 
Positive Space 
The Last of the Snowman 
Hope A Significant Gesture 
Street of Infinite Possibilities 
The Madness Inherent in confined Spaces 
Civilization and it’s Disappointments 
The Queue 
The Cargo Cult
Available at the Avenue Gallery
Sometimes We Reach for Who We Are A Life Fraught With Meaning Life is But a Dream
(Yippie Yi Yo Ki Yay)Machinery for the Detection of Free Will – There There There Our Spirits Soared The Comet Enthusiast
(home and how to get there)
The Theory and Practice of Free Will Waiting for the Flood
A Greater Strength 
The Patron Saint of Archers 
The Loneliness of Free Will 
Ship of Fool 
The Flawed Totem 
The Silence in Me Sees the Silence in You
Available at the Lloyd Gallery
Traveling Man II The Wait 
The Road 
The Coincidence II 
The Coincidence 
The Antipode 
The Symmetry of Indifference 
It’s Been Going on for Some Time Now 
The Cure for Darkness (I wish I knew where home was, I wish we all did)
Artist Statements
Sometimes We Reach for Who We are
My suspicion is that who we are and what we ultimately desire may be precisely the same thing. And/or The opposite situation may also be true.
In reality, the turbidity of life is what we pay attention to.
We live in our shadows.
Michael Hermesh
Machinery for the Detection of Free Will
Certainty is the playground of fools. Drive and energy might not be an exercise of free will. The reactions to fears and desires might not be an exercise of free will. Gregarious flamboyancy may not be an exercise of free will.
In the picture, there is a bird of no consequential weight being the counterweight to the physical presence. So, Spirit is the equal weight on the teeter-totter. The teeter-totter defines the parameters of action.
What is free will may be undefinable.
In the picture, there is a bird of no consequential weight being the counterweight to the physical presence. So, Spirit is the equal weight on the teeter-totter. The teeter-totter defines the parameters of action.
Michael Hermesh
A Life Fraught with Meaning
As we travel through our lives, we would be lucky to make up our own minds as to what is meaningful, authentic, valuable, or real.
By and large, we are handed the dreams of others.
There is no such thing as absolute meaning.
Meaning and value are something we ourselves are responsible for, and that does not diminish their worth.
Michael Hermesh
Life is But a Dream
The wonder that is life is there because we dream it. A dream is a story that makes us who we are. A story is not a collection of facts.
Michael Hermesh
Waiting for the Flood
The frayed angel looks out for the interests of his world. An ark awaits near the horizon should that become necessary.
Penguins act out their roles in a tragedy they did not author. Spirit waits patiently perched on a wing ready to act out a deeper purpose. A purpose that will remain no matter how much of a shamble the world is.
Michael Hermesh
The Theory and Practice of Free Will
A not quite logical exploration of free will and its limitations. To be alive and creative does not necessarily mean acting in a novel or flamboyant manner. The progress through life has its hazards.
You float down the river, and your choices are you float down the river.
Michael Hermesh
The Comet Enthusiast
Our understanding of how the world functions and what is true is always rational. This is based on evidence and reliant on the truth of common sense.
This is what we would like to believe.
The reality is that we rely on authority, group agreement, and unexamined assumptions. We rarely, if ever, understand anything to the granular texture of basic principles.
That being said, it does not diminish the wonder of the mysterious and misunderstood.
Michael Hermesh
Our Spirits Soared
Spirit, desire, and identity all have their foes in this world. Gravity binds us to the ground, reality denies desire, and identity is bartered away in day to day transactions. This is what living is.
Michael Hermesh