Ray Castro

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself #allbymyself #inside

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself #allbymyself #inside

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself #allbymyself #inside

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself #allbymyself #INSIDE

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #bymyself

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

The Emperor has no clothes--there's nothing there at all!
Why don't they see? Why don't they want to see or care?

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

I stand here, flanked by those I thought I knew, but now...what's going on? I really can't believe it.
I stand here baffled, while no one seems to care what we see or want to hear.

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

The Emperor has no clothes: please, let's get real. Life's not a show, it's for real! Just looking the part was'nt our deal. What happened to qualifications and skills? What about when something happens and we need help again, and he shows no will?

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

He's got no clothes: his character is naked, right there for us all to see. Look, look! Don't be afraid, I plead. The emperor's got no clothes and for that fact, you must now finally concede.
"The Emperor Has No Clothes," 18"x 24" mixed media on paper, by Ray Castro

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #eatingcheezdoodlesgetsmessy #haletothechefdoodle

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

#art #haletothechiefdoodle #theemperiorhasnoclothes

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

He asked me not to show my hair.
My hairy noon and night, hair that can't be in sight.
I'm hairy high and low; don't ask me why, I don't know.

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair,
shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen.
Give me down to there hair, shoulder length or longer,
here baby, there mama,
everywhere daddy, daddy.

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

Gimme a head with hair, long beautiful hair.
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.

Let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees,

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

give a home to the fleas in my hair.
A home for fleas, a hive for the buzzin' bees,
a nest for birds, there ain't no words
for the beauty, the splendor, the wonder
of my hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty,
oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming,
flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka-dotted,
twisted, beaded, braided, powdered, flowered, and confettied,
bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

Oh say, can you see my eyes?
If you can, then my hair's too short.
Down to here, down to there, down to where it stops by itself.
They'll be gaga at the go-go when they see me in my toga
my toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair.

[Ray Castro @ArtistCastro]

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair,
glow it, show it, long as God can grow it
my hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.

Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.

"Hair," 19"x24" graphite on paper, by Ray Castro