as the river ebbs, the sky opens, stars drop, i’m left hardly breathing watching the moon falling, finding myself whispering for my oldest book to throw itself at me, to catch the wind, to make a miracle, to drip into my hands
in these dreams i’m drawing the sky soaring a wild blueness, a clearness. Yet at the limits i’m twisting, i’m turning the fading moonlight into empty pages, then my hands get loose in the shadows and the whole world appears in a sketch, your face is different from what i remember, and your eyes are so deep, i’m hardly breathing
My Young Heart - 60" x 48"
I’ve rewritten my diaries to include whole summers spent in the hills down old stone paths braided between tree lines and the bending curves of earth and grassy plain.
I’ve rebuilt memories with beauty light afoot and easy to hold, distances and horizons so familiar and seemingly walkable in half a day’s time.
For the vulnerabilities in my heart, and the sensibilities in my mind, have always wanted my bravest face, my strongest hand, and I’ve been willing to give them both, Lord knows, for everyone’s sake.
Yet I wait, and I want the sincerities of my dreams to someday lead my young heart back to the hills and the paths where my eyes were full of patience, and my feet were free to follow the bending curves of the earth and grassy plain.
All My Life - 40" x 30"
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas - 40" x 30".
all my life I’ve listened for everything, I’ve tried so hard for anything, and I’ve dreamt every night.
all my life I’ve felt the countless revolutions of this massive, spinning world and I’ve hung on for dear life, hiding my heart behind this glass wall.
all my life I’ve heard songs wrapped in the wind wandering in the air above me and I’ve always wanted more.
for the rest of my life I’ll promise myself a million repetitions of love as I rummage my way through this universe searching for all the music just beyond my reach.
No Loss Forgotten - 48" x 60"
Acrylic and mixed media on canvas - 48" x 60".
Below is the accompanying narrative:
no loss forgotten or fallen, or left to wander with the last of heaven’s good fortune into a wilderness not yet mended
in recent days I’ve dreamt that summer had tumbled to my feet, full of long days and lovely solitude, hoping to find me finally able to comprehend how beautiful I once was and how cherished I wanted to be.
I swear to the mother of all mountains that one day i will pass the afternoons half awake half forgetting, half falling half wandering, half praying for my mended heart
Through Open Windows - 36" x 36"
This piece is 36" x 36". Below is the accompanying narrative which loosely provides a glimpse into one of the many potential meanings for the piece:
The stories which were read to me (of faraway places, of ladies dancing with gentlemen,and magical gardens inviting children to play), they have all returned through open windows, like music floating in the atmosphere.
My own memories stretch and reach, getting caught on the breeze – forgetting gravity and the earth below with soft charm and inspiration. Their colors bend and change, creating everything new with hopes for blooming I tend to them gently clutching at the tiniest of buds.
I dream of a starlit garden full of flowering stories where it feels like home and the children are dancing.
At Day's End - 48" x 30"
This piece is 48" x 30".
The calmness that is here, and the power of night that comes just as the light fades and vanishes from the earth allowing for deeper thoughts with colors stolen from memories appearing and then gone again
The day ends and my hope takes courage in the patience of the night, and the power of tranquility floats into my mind from the deepening sky.
Love and Loyalty - 60" x 48"
60"x 48" Acrylic and mixed media on canvas. Below is what I wrote in the sky of the piece.
my thoughts come out of the landscape and begin their wandering in the distance... the spill of morning, the comforting light slanting through the windows onto the floor. my home is in both cities and silent woods... my dream of a hushed and beautiful universe is a whispered conversation on the horizon. the trees remember for me that love and loyalty is right in front of me.