In the introduction, I talked about the artist as chronicler of his time and the explorer of his own interior landscape.  This describes Amergin. In the mid-1980s, we were faced with a scourge of catastrophic proportions. This epoch, which we finally called “HIV” and “AIDS,” invaded history, politics, religion, and a medical community that was left frustrated and helpless in the path of so much death and destruction.


In the early 1990s, Steve the man learned he was HIV positive. And Steve the artist set out upon a journey. Using all his technical and artistic abilities, he created a dark and beautiful world that spared neither the viewer nor himself the pain of illness and loss. 


The 57 pen and ink drawings in this series were influenced by the ancient Celtic poem “Song of Amergin.” Twenty of the drawings are featured below.

The Song of Amergin

I am a stag: of seven tines,

I am a flood: across a plain,

I am wind: on a deep lake,

I am a tear: the sun lets fall,

I am a hawk: above the cliff,

I am a thorn: beneath the nail,

I am a wonder: among flowers,

I am a wizard: who but I

Sets in the cool head aflame with smoke?


I am a spear: that roars for blood,

I am a salmon: in a pool,

I am a lure: from paradise,

I am a hill: where poets walk,

I am a boar: ruthless and red,

I am a breaker: threatening doom,

I am a tide: that drags to death,

I am an infant: who but I

Peeps from the unhewn dolman arch?


I am the womb: of every holt,

I am the blaze: on every hill,

I am the queen: of every hive,

I am the shield: for every head,

I am the tomb: of every hope!