Just Another Führer

•January 5, 2016 • Leave a Comment


These regurgitated speeches of prejudice, racism, and radical discrimination come straight out of the bloody pages of history! Such hateful propaganda is not only an embarrassment to North America, it is a disgrace. When any so called leader reverts to fear and hate tactics in order to rise to power they reek of instability and unpredictable havoc! How can a campaign built on fear and hate lead to any kind of positive change or growth other than more fear and hate? The last thing this world needs is another Führer!


Navigating the Channels of Imagination

•November 3, 2015 • Leave a Comment


the scent of imagination stirs and your focus blurs
leading you inward, beyond your recess of thoughts
escaping into that captivating pool of clear light
an open window that emits a breeze of wonder
a simple taste of awe
reawakening the unquenchable dream
and one word latches to the next


a hummed minor note casts off its boat
with a spontaneously whistled melody
impulsive red brushstrokes splash over winter’s stark parchment
this unstoppable progression of creative rhythms
uncovers an unexplainable hunger to chase each paired word
greeting a rhyme with a warm foreign cadence
pacing the night with meditative patience

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a chorus emerges from these unexpected urges
each awkward melody forages through recalled mental alleyways
the night’s late hour opens up a yawn of warning
but always choosing to burn on into the silent night
the torch of your dream scalds your fingers
time demands our innocence, our marvel, awe and dreams
but imagination prevails where we feed it


scrawled notations halo over spontaneous creations
words spilling onto the page, crossed out, rearranged
the loose shifting of anchor-less words propose an array of courses
morning light warms the walls of this unraveling maze
but determination grips the pen; fingertip’s dull callous on keys
words are sifted through fingers, tested by truth, rhyme and placement
that squadron of words finds formation and a new song greets a new day


bloodshot eyes and a satisfied smile greet a new sunrise
as routine swallows the light
behind factory doors the moaning gears of repetitious pacing
count the passage of time with its silent eternal patience
the clocks clucking face blurs and ripples into that pool of clear light
those clamoring cogs of mundane duty
cannot drown out the sound of your new song

brushesAll poetry and artwork © Caleb Hamm

Those Masks of Antiquity

•August 27, 2015 • 2 Comments

EverBecomingTheSanctuarydrawn towards those portraits of antiquity;

aging lines, silver strands and glassy gazing wisdom,

beauty uncovered through contemplative bobs and dozes,

the beholder grown older, all creases and pieces of time preserved,

pondering the imaginative innocence of childhood,

captivated by the figurative grace of youth

The Least of These (doctored) but thriving questions ripple the truth,

seeping outward like gnarled woody veins;

inviting the soul, down through the heart,

cradled by the chapel’s ribs where the spirit echoes

through rows of girded archways reverberating the heart’s beat

that silences the raging streets

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outside of space and time

resides the grace of one sublime;

the Ground of Being, the signified, divine light aglow;

it was not by sound nor seeing did I come to know,

but from whom breath commenced

and not the tomb nor death could stand against

Body,Soul,Spirit  A Clean Well Lighted Place

long before the light of any dawn had broken

brooded there the word unspoken,

blowing channels for currents to follow,

flowing slowly from tributaries mouth to where the sea would swallow;

such omnipotent creativity, this never ending task of designing infinity,

one breath brings light to the empty eyes of those masks of antiquity

Breaththe wind blows where ever it chooses, exploring its own migration;

no one knows where it goes or what it uses to seek it’s destination

and so it is within the most inward recess of the spirit;

overwhelming the host who cannot express it or hear it,

such inconceivable wisdom that veils the silent unseeing

with achievable hope that fills the ground of my being

IMG_1267All poetry and artwork ⓒ Caleb Hamm

Inspire (Bringing art to the workplace)

•April 19, 2013 • Leave a Comment




The majority of factory workers face blank walls 1700 hours a year


230 by 25 feet of colour


Nature brings, refreshing, peace and space to ‘Breathe’


A mixture of abstract, surreal and realism stylization adds diversity, both recognizableand imaginable, to the environment



Lemon Zest

Four Inks

•February 20, 2013 • Leave a Comment


Ancient Quills




Peering Through the Veil



stages of a commission: Community

•October 27, 2012 • Leave a Comment

The initial doodled idea

Sketched out larger on paper to scale of panel

Applied pastel to the back

Transfered onto panel

Distinguishing sky and branch

Determining foreground background branches

Creating the light source so as to determine highlights and cast shadows

Establishing background flow and foreground detail.

Shadows and depth.

Crawling into the foreground.

Shading in the sky and brightening the underglow



•October 5, 2012 • Leave a Comment

The second largest island in the world, New Guinea, has been the victim of excessive economical exploitation, the rape of natural resources and outstanding crimes against humanity. I underwent a significant amount of research before starting these two paintings. Each section within each piece represents particular events and symbols that are further explained.

PENYEMBELIHAN DIAM (Silent Slaughter – Bahasa Indonesia) -West Papua

for further explanation click link: Penyembelihan Diam/Silent Slaughter

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HAUS BILONG SPAIDA (the spider’s web – Melanesian Pidgin) Papua New Guinea

for further explanation click link: Haus Bilong Spaida

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