There seems to be a theme emerging in my sketchbook about creation. Here is one collage made, I think, more than a year ago. The other, with the typography, I made tonight this evening. The creation story is an amazing thing to consider, no matter which one you believe! How did we get here? Where [...]
[after a sunset] A cloud moved, the tail of it could not keep up. Faintly pressing into sky slowly, like creeping Spring and the crumbling of time between two fingers. I saw a falling shade of blue, a Sycamore, and two bats feeding on a shifting plague. They circled about without tiring and without pause, [...]
[For Chris Tolles] Chiseling away at the fallen Solomon branch atop a dry peak, sweat wiped away with golden leaves. Crooked sunlight breaking through the gap while I, the carver, force an improvised monument to carry his name with chrystal joy across the lake below. He has walked across this water before, whispering crowd. Eternally [...]
