this love is a wizard's love
24″ x 24″
mixed media on paper
tethered
wild, panting horse
my heart is the drum you
take your breath by
“out beyond all rightdoings and wrongdoings there is a field
I’ll meet you there” *
* quotations are a poem by rumi
black bird glow, in the darkest of nights I fly by your shadow light
22″ x 36″
conte on stonehenge
black days and light rays
22″ x 36″
mixed media drawing on stonehenge
never assume
that a Georgia Peach
glows bright by default alone
‘cuz behind all veneers, every
candy fresh glisten
lie stories of darkened deeds
and it’s true, ’tis it not? that
such blackened parts make a peach glow abright, abright
without which
it’s just a peach
a peach
a peach awash in the light.
three graces, three furies forever balancing their scales
22″ x 22″
mixed media drawing on stonehenge
a zebiraffe licked her face and awake she did in a land full of wonderment
22″ x 22″
mixed media drawing on stonehenge
22″ x 22″
mixed media on stonehenge
on this path
i have to
face my own face
sometimes.
a shimmering glimpse appeared on the horizon; she turned her face in greeting
18′ x 24′
graphite on paper
a work in progress. But,
aren’t they all?
I wonder where this one will lead me.
awash with pigment, my dreams come to life and dance like little daemons
11″ x 15″
watercolour on warm white stonehenge
libra, be my breath.
my lifeline of BOLD choices
forever painting in washes of enigmatic, impossible Love.
impossibly possible, she thinks.
(All is full of Love).
So reach out and paint it upon yourself.
libra, be my breath.
my ethereal dove
and freedom.
my nest egg is made of eggs
9″ x 12″
graphite on paper
8″ x 10″
screen print
This piece is a comment on how I use myth and allegory to understand my immediate and long-term realities. In it, I relate to Artemis, the huntress, in her love of nature and the strength of her femininity, which is housed in a certain tom-boy-esque beauty. Her arrows are sacred. They can kill for survival but can also be used to focus intensely on a mark, to the exclusion of anything else around. I love the ethereal, equanamous vacancy in her eyes, soft focused and dreamy in contrast to her sharp, defined lines and pleasant but reckless blocks of sheer grey shadow.
