inspiration drawn from outside of myself energy found from within I crave movement, i need to stretch my limbs, let go of time past.. move into the air and look to the sky for answers I see it in the clouds across whip lashed faces and torn memories.
I feel a strange veil of calm wrap around my body telling me that I did not belong where I had once stood. I feel a separation- internally slipping between reality and what I remember. The sense of time is built into thick walls of mud, memories fragmented and lost in the dried cracks
my drawings are among days past days past the Earth’s erosion leaving behind tears dried by the sun and wrapped around the rings of trees protected by rough bark that bites the winds from west and from east. images drawn on paper torn from broken forests notebooks tossed into piles unwritten and unread.. plastic and […]
I feel like warm stone with a heart beat and sad eyes my tongue disconnected from the sand and crawling fields of marijuana, opium and grapes pulsating green against dull beige irrigation systems controlled with garbage clogged with mud I remember- but memories can fail .. suppertime was the sound of a rocket detonating off […]
camoflage seems to grace my presence, even though I wish it would cease to exist- in a world filled with pride covered in patterns- patterns adorned with identity, powered by numbers. exploiting natural surroundings that reflect our true nature if this is a self portrait it misrepresents the essence of the external body shredded with […]
cracked mosaics form story lines read by my eyes – the touch numbing my tongue signals sent to fill the never-ending ache for hunger. on the surface it appears to be broken, though I may feel broken like the mosaic- it’s colours that are so beautifully articulated hold the image together; keeping it whole, perfect […]
After talking to the soldier on the plane I felt this horrible detached feeling. I am standing with Steve and his wonderful parents waiting for our luggage and I have this terrible empty feeling in my stomach digging at my core- stuck between then and now- still there but not there.. I sat and drew […]
simple sounds form spoken words.. hibernating in the soul of strangers releasing tension held in the strands of my curly hair- twisted by the hands of humidity cleansing clogged pores as the sun absorbs my sweat. Respect for life and sacrifices; feathers pulled from pillows a child’s innocence against old wisdom found in the form […]
Complimentary sounds oscillate between complacent calm blue skies and footsteps crossing paths with a rich history .. Memories of an old friend past weaves his presence through your everyday- a friend I have never met.. though he seems familiar, just beyond my fingertips he rests in your heart. [ help me write this page and […]
take yourself outside of the body, breath like you are singing with the air- sway don’t lean.. imagine you are the air; weightless. I have never been to the desert. embody that. soft skin under my fingertips- only a thin layer of oil parts. awakening lifeless pores. open realization occures when you move, stretch, touch- […]
