STORIES
Artist Hands: I use my hands as the conduit of my thoughts to express what I perceive to be present and what I imagine to be hidden.
Spiked Hair: When she passed by the spiked leaf tree I imagined their melding.
Dawn Light: Does light have weight?
It feels that way when it’s resting on your back. You can see it when it is colored by dawn.
It feels that way when it’s resting on your back. You can see it when it is colored by dawn.
Catch a Cloud: I sometime watch for hours at a particularly beautiful sky as each new vapor sculpture forms, morning, noon and dusk, changing, brightening, darkening, then drifts by to be no more.
If only I could catch and hold one.
If only I could catch and hold one.
Swimming Lessons: She was nurturing, caring, loving, giving, holding, and I accepting, Add to that a clear early summer morning on Brighton Beach Brooklyn’s Bay 1, the ocean water as calm as a lake and no one there except my grandmother and me.
The beach and water may have been populated with others but in my remembrance of that early morning she led me, a nine year old, into the water to teach me how to float. It was only us. I lay back cradled in her supportive hands, head back, arms and legs spread wide, looking up at her framed by the blue sky.
The beach and water may have been populated with others but in my remembrance of that early morning she led me, a nine year old, into the water to teach me how to float. It was only us. I lay back cradled in her supportive hands, head back, arms and legs spread wide, looking up at her framed by the blue sky.
Bouquet: So many choices. So many verities. So many colors. So many sizes. So many options for arrangement. My brushes are my bouquet of possibilities.
Carousel: The intrigue of carved carousel creatures in their own universe orbiting round and round a cacophonous musical core of pipes, toots, clangs and bells; an artfully carved and intricately constructed platform of varying creatures, large and small, herbivores and carnivores, hunters and grazers, gallopers and stalkers, jumpers, hoppers and flyers. Their beauty is testament to the artistry of those who conceived, carved, colored, distilled and put each in perfect and dynamic gestures. It took a long time to conquer my childhood fears and ride upon them.