art collections
as an artist I am constantly trying to liberate the spirit from the form it is confined in
lyrical abstraction
you’ve hankered after
these red-roofs in passing; you’ve
watched suns splash the walls
these red-roofs in passing; you’ve
watched suns splash the walls
a million, you’ve
cited ours in the liberest-
perfectus, sung
the dozen odes to
my name; let me bring you through
these doors here today:
yes, I coffee mornings,
noons I fade to orange, dusks
pale by the hour
and nights I bed with shadows
the same way you do too
oils & acrylics
let’s let winds batter
these reeds and brambles about ;
let’s just watch birds fly…
these reeds and brambles about ;
let’s just watch birds fly…
sculpture
don’t strike too hard – they’re
skin, flesh, bones lain before you
waiting to come free
skin, flesh, bones lain before you
waiting to come free