Now We Know
” Like a baby bird fallen from it’s nest, I want to fix her…”
Tag: death
What You Made Me Feel (Blue-Eyed Johnny)
“I am just a memory, dead in the dust, gone like the wisp of smoke that curled from the tip of the gun that killed me…”
A “No” Blow to the Ego!
Did it hurt? No, of course not. (well, just a wee bit, maybe…) Oh, the joys of waiting to hear if you got the “Call”. That’s what we artists refer … Continue reading A “No” Blow to the Ego!
Calling Down thru the Centuries
“We chased the sidewinder, ran with roadrunners. Our feet bled walking empty highways…riding empty boxcars…”
A Neighbor’s Dying
“…Poor, poor Chris…I guess maybe your train finally came…”
I Miss What I Imagined I would Miss
…the room seems to awaken with her…golden rays fall…like the petals of an opening rose…
“INSIDE VOICE” a New Series of Works
“…look into this inner world and I promise I will use my “INSIDE VOICE”.
LANDFALL(In the Garden of my Father)
…see what this work has gone thru on it’s journey to fruition…
The Journey, a Debut Art Video
. This project was a couple years in the making for me, and was born from the bottomless grief I was dealing with then. As caregiver to both of … Continue reading The Journey, a Debut Art Video
Sick, Sick, SICK OF IT…
…this post is winding itself around my consciousness like my fairy python-mother…
The Unveiling!
Shall I call it “UNBAGGING”? I told you that you would never guess my source photo, in the last post’s images. Well here it is: . Here’s the deal: I … Continue reading The Unveiling!
I Don’t Feel Very Good.
Can you dig it? I am sure most all of you can, gentle readers. You can probably deduce from my latest posts that my creative powers seem rather discombobulated. … Continue reading I Don’t Feel Very Good.
An Awakening
Sleep has been a constant goal for me since I put down drugs and copious amounts of alcohol. Yet it has been the most evasive and endangered of species, teasing … Continue reading An Awakening
The Duality of My Artistic Self
Depicting my own image has been a starting point my work from the beginning. As a child my drawings were always of female faces, although I never consciously realized these … Continue reading The Duality of My Artistic Self
A Saint Petersburg Artist Resident
It has been an enormously trying year and one half, year and 8 months , actually. I have grown SO much since I have lived here in St. Petersburg, I have … Continue reading A Saint Petersburg Artist Resident
Out of the Gutter Art 