19x24" oil pastel and gouache

 

19x24” ink painting yellow ochre and black

Green beach

untitled poem

 (untitled)

Remember when divinity needed someone extraordinarily
beautiful in every way to slip into, to sort things out?
Remember when talking with the animals
was as natural as ordering Starbucks? It’s true,
it used to be so, and may be again;
if you join those who believe
it’s waiting, just past
the latest veil. 

Old Poem, Slight Edit

 Octopus

There’s an animal with copper-based blood,

whose epidermis flows with flashes,

flowered bursts, revealing the life within.

If man and woman is synthesis

of every creature, a hierarchic piece

of every preceding age built from the bank

of an ancient river—a bridge

between spirit and nature—then maybe this

one is exemplar of the emotional

just behind the mask of everyday life;

a halo, afferent and efferent,

reticulated and coursing

between the real and the dreams.

20x20” carbon abstraction

22x28” carbon on cotton