To Fall, mixed media collage, 2022
i. paradise is destruction everyone knows that the contemplation of loss, or the idea of loss ties and unties the knots of our misfortune like a cotton sweater ii. my walls are decorated with the sounds of fish hooks and a reverence for Saturday afternoon jazz we were no less familiar then scraping our feet on the cobblestones wringing our hands under marigold umbrellas do you remember? at night, i feast on white apples i lie naked as a concerto and i think of you a staircase opens at my feet spreads its wings and flies away iii. the kite is underground i am an osprey in stormy weather i will settle for nothing less than revelation to be shattered and then shattered twice like a goldenrod between two hammers there is a terrible need here for silence… iv. and yet there is pleasure in knowing the alphabet will still be there or here, as it might be, alongside the great cosmic mystery of a fig either way the only way out is up
I’ve been meaning to post this update for the past few weeks, and I’ve kept forgetting about it. Both The Lovers and Woman No. 9 were selected for inclusion in the juried show, “Open,” at Colors of Humanity Art Gallery. For those who are interested, I am posting a link to the full show. There’s plenty of great work.