zinc words & images

  • April 13

    The shop was open and I stood in line waiting for my turn to be brave, to eat. First, darkly oiled vegetables and fifty years of history. Then, brining my palate in your cousin’s specious crumbs. Now, glycerin-lipped, consuming stolen spice and the arms of your queen. I return to you. Soft smell over still…

  • April 12

    No one can write like you the words spill out my polished heart renewed. Gleaming and cracked you gave to take. It was sound sunk into my flesh made my soul bleed made hope manifest. Who saw when you practiced The lined fingers The bitten pencil? Teresa and Jeff, bodies aflame with crest and trough,…

  • April 4

    Our roots dip Under the olive tree Where mother and father Gathered. It was there: time And looking back. It is foreign and reminds me Of nothing I’ve seen before In books and movies Or the abridged version of a life Well-told by a friend With experience. It seems even further, Before our eyes had…

  • More Paper Work

    in progress and without a title…

  • Painting & Sculpture

    I am Influenced by Taoist writing. My work explores the tension between chance and purpose, a tension that overlays my everyday experience. Using found textures and images, I layer materials on the canvas. I work with found elements giving them sculptural dimension and shape. This process is both expressive and random. Much like life itself,…

  • So Far Away

    The collaged portions were taken from a National Geographic spread on the Namibian desert. 2011, collage, acrylic paint, graphite

  • So Far Through

    This one was made in 2011.