to touch the earth is a sensation worth preserving, don’t you think? a central metaphor for all that is holy like the unreality of fire or a meadow full of white moons & even if the forests themselves amounted to nothing but rain, the grainy silhouette of water on water the coarseness of wine or [...]
My latest experiment in collage art, "The Search for Water."
it’s the same revival of matter anywhere you go something about what is right in our lives, sometime seldom pure, just walks in circles and searches for signals accomplishments of thinkers and pop culture revolutionaries milky generations between odd and even pulse and rewind i’m thinking subtractively, of course, cutting limitless weight, the shapes of [...]
What we know of the end of the world is beautiful. Weightless, even. Mind, media, mixed messages of rebirth and transparent endings. Gods of misfortune. Indecision. (These things exist in the shadows and are nameless.) Mobs, mayhem, sweet monstrosities. Surround the night like armor and are victims of a more perfect future. The stars are [...]
My latest experiment in collage art, "Beachside Blues."
too much of this is thought out loud— what it is to be alive & aiming for the sun like static among trees or continuations of a long-awaited dream beyond mysteries of tidal waves tadpoles silence
everything passes through unseen forces landscapes tabletops the limits of freedom & most trees even the voices of oceans dusted off & debated softly over breakfast This collage is my second attempt at gravity on a tabletop. And, while I'm not certain this landscape really depicts the essence of the poem, I really kind of dig [...]
Yesterday afternoon, I wrote a short poem titled, "Gravity on a Tabletop." How perfect, I thought, would it be to make a collage that goes with it. And so I attempted to give form to the mood that is gravity on a tabletop. To no avail. From those exercises, however, I did manage to create my [...]
With each new collage, I feel I am getting closer to cultivating a personal style. At this stage, for me, "Miss Direction" represents an important step in that process.
mind is linearly shape of sandcastles orange peels & endless mirrors time is heavy the fog of everyday life a bit lonely like walking home from the moon & the warmth of familiar fingers little bursts of paradise something human appears & takes flight a clock turns on its face simple indestructible normal to have [...]
