f e a t u r e d

This site can be a little overwhelming, I know. Someone described it once as like falling down the hole to Wonderland; this was a statement which, given my love of Alice, I very much appreciated. However, I know not everyone has the time, energy, patience, or interest to wade through the very random collection of posts I have made here. So here are some highlights, a fairly representative cross-section of what you can find if you hang around:

[((shellter))]

The small finger traces the maze of mortar, sliding through streets that run between buildings of brick in a vertical cityand that finger doesn’t know that a standard mortar joint is assumed to be 3/8″And that brick sizes are determined based on that assumptionAnd that Frank Lloyd Wright spec’d colored mortar to accentuate horizontalityAnd that…

n!ghtmare

A project that I have been working on here and there for a while.  (one spread is still in the works and not shown here.) A repurposed children’s bedtime book that I got from a thrift store. No longer for children.  

The Accident

A white car in fog heading towards her driving home his points and ideas with no lights on so nobody sees him coming. But they break down – The metaphors that is He should have called it a mini van His ghost child trailing behind him. But it’s a fog eat fog world in here…

Referential Existence

Words are so remarkably frustrating. They never fully encapsulate what I am trying to convey… the swirl of thoughts and logical strands, the elegant images and buzz of emotions tingling in my veins… they never flow out of my mouth, instead they tumble and crash like the waves on a beach trying to reach the…

. . . t i m e . . .

Time is minutes, seconds, hours, days. Time is duration. Time is movement, time is change. Time is the beating of my heart, the pulsing of blood through my veins. Time is scars, wounds, scabs. Time is mechanical, time is fluid. Time is bodily. Time is a subjective experience.  Time is an objective reality. Time is…

margaritas

I was going through my phone notes and found this entitled “Tipsy Rambling 04.10.20”: There are things that I make that have a lot of hidden meaning and there are things that I make that you could just take for surface value and there are things that I make that could really go either way…