Jun 21

Sculptural Self Portrait

Jun 13

Collage with Mounds

May 05

Some Relief

May 05

Scribble Collage

May 05

it

May 05

Smiley Face Ocean

May 05

Anxious Landscape

May 04

it is

May 04

shapes swimming in white

Mar 11

Sure of One Thing

Mar 11

Figure Study in Red

Mar 11

Not A Political Object

Mar 03

I Am The Quaking Aspen––A Revelation

Did you know?

The tree certainly couldn't have relayed the message to you.
You named it a wise old woman:
tender, battered, sexual.

It seems you knew.

Her scars––the tree's––were so similar to yours.
And she told them to you. In colors, in seasons, in falling branches.
In her quaking––unsure if it was applause or fear-trembling.

And yet you weren't aware she was you.

You created her story, her labia and breasts, tears and dance moves and 
sacred femininity. 
She was truly old though––and strong.
You didn't make those up. Those were simple observations.