“Merry-go-Frog” – My Painted Leaf – 2017

I have recently been involved in a serious discussion with the Frogs, who believe their mother is the night and their fathers are the constellations, regarding their considerations of the impossible versus the improbable. We do not agree.
My personal opinion is that surrealism lies outside of reality, absurdity lies within reality but outside of logic (such as the existence of mules or placebos) and insanity lies opposite to, or on the contradictory side of, reality.
The opinion of the Frogs is that everything is reality, absurdity is inevitable and is the natural outcome of total awareness due to the nature of quantum leaps, warps and worm holes, force fields, perceptions, connections, reincarnations, explanations and adaptations to the convoluted evolution of the expanding universe and insanity is the inevitable result of inventing too many words (such as incomprehensible, incongruous, irrational, irreconcilable, irresponsible, irrepressible, inconceivable, unbelievable, unpredictable, irregular, irrelevant, irreverent and nonsensical).


The Leaves are Laughing

“The Leaves are Laughing” Painted Leaves – My Artwork – November 2018

A thousand green leaves thick
Seeking sunshine
Inviting Bach and song birds into its arms
Caterpillars bristling under the breezes
Purple lichen and spider’s laces
Sacred places
Dark blood Pluto
Stirring the truth in my bones
Leaves turning yellow
Mottled brown
The blazing orange of autumn
Falling into the thick, black mud
Covering discarded twigs
Sheltering snakes and beetles
Waiting for the frost
Dancing on underground roots
Embracing enticing perfumes
And, the silhouette of a hawk
Etched into the clouds
Laughing at the afternoon moon
And, the arrival of winter


What do you See?

“What do you See?” – oil pastel on paper with painted magnolia leaf – “8 1/2″ x 11” – My Artwork – April 2018- V. Castellan

A leaf on a tree – nothing special.

The surreal attacks without logic, without reason,
Without cause, without care or concern.
It attacks with ferocity, with determination and danger,
It is invasive and persuasive,
It makes me numb,
Impossible to evade or escape,
It cannot be undone or overcome.

Three Songbirds

“Three Birds” – painted magnolia leaves – June 2018

Once I knew three songbirds. The songbirds knew no words. But, the first bird, though he could not say, was sure he did not want to stay and so, instead, he flew away, and he married a jello giraffe.

The second bird thought this was funny. When she saw them together she’s laugh. On the back porch she’d rock when she mended her sock and, she’d chuckle and smirk for a hour and a half.

Now, sure was the third bird they certainly were absurd and, sure they were really quite daft, then she shocked the whole staff and the other riff raff, when she waved us adieu and, flew off to the zoo, with the son of the checkerboard calf.

Sir Real Frog

Sir Real Frog


Professor of Frogology, Member of The Most Frogatious Society ::: There are no baby blue and pink frogs with pink eyes. I have checked and whether knighted or not, this is most certainly not a real frog.

Painter ::: Well, not real in the sense of a live frog, a go out and catch a real frog-flesh, real jump-up, beating frog heart and frog muscles sort of frog, one you can make into frog stew but, still real. A real painting on a real leaf.

Professor of Frogology, Member of The Most Frogatious Society ::: It may exist but, it is not real. The leaf is real but the frog is not.

Dog ::: I do not smell a frog. I do not hear a frog. I do not see a frog. I say there is no frog.

Painter ::: If it exists it must be real. Otherwise, no painting would be real, no photograph, no video, no image at all and what sort of world would that be?

Thoughtful Thomas ::: Does existence necessarily imply reality? Words exist. Not just written words, spoken words, without physical substance, without color, without smell or taste, they exist just for an instant in time. Are they real?

Dog ::: Words are real. Come. Yes. No. Good Dog. Go for a walk. Not this frog. If you don’t believe me ask another frog.

Mr. Science ::: Nothing is real. Everything exists only within your mind. You create your own reality.

Philosopher Phillbert ::: Words exist only in the realm of the mind. The brain is real. You can see that it exists. Are dreams real? Is the mind real? Or, is it beyond the real? Is it under the real, below real, before real, beneath real? Surreal.

Silly Sue ::: Surreal, of course. From the first read, I just assumed this was an auto correct issue.


Tree Frog & Dragonfly


I am painting with fragments of fantasy, shadows of intuition, phantoms of imagination. I am painting with auras and aromas, arias and thunder, ozone and pheromones and interstellar clouds.

I am seeking the essential life force, the mythic mind, the doorway into the wormhole. Have I perhaps found it in the lingering force fields of the leaves which the trees have returned to the earth, or is this just the surreal mind spinning illusions?