These paintings take inspiration from rusty, discarded fragments found in the desert. Metal objects mostly, bits of wood and bone, made beautiful by the erosions of time.

The work is a reimagining of these humble, worn-out things transformed by time into sacred objects. Mystics, arising from the dust and dancing.

Reliquaries

Sonorous

My heart is like
The winter desert
Dormant. In deep repose.
Strong roots
in shallow soil. Snow
On high mountains.

Fragrance of Creosote.
Mesquite fire. Sage.
Chill in the air and the nights
so long. Sleep into dreams.
Remembering
the last of the harvest
before the freeze.
Reserves for later need.

It is raining as I write this
It has rained for days.
Washing me clean. Releasing
my essence. Revealing desires
in deep ravines. Places
I knew not, within me

In this solitary moment, I ask
What small, beautiful thing
can I make. What can I love
With my whole heart. How deep
runs the river of my soul

All this the long way to say
You will find me right now,
In deep Recline. Wrapped
in warm sweaters and wearing
wool socks.

I rest upon these thoughts
Daydreaming of what Work
I will soon make. But not
Today.