Alone among a mussel cluster a sea star glows in stillness, vermillion like a smile like sunshine while the sea grass sways. Today I stand in cold tide pools because that is where my bare white feet make sense, alone among the cosmic rhyme of fives.
Within Within When I turn the radio on I want to turn the radio on again I want to turn the radio on within within I want to turn the radio on I want to find a frequency without a frequency without to tune to too I want to find a frequency without a […]
The week hangs from a Wednesday dangling a loop of dropped Saturdays and Sundays from an inversely symmetrical chain of Tuesdays and Thursdays; The mid-day clasp of a Wednesday opposites the dark medallion of Saturday night.
The same air, the same sea, the same molecules- these things don’t age unless arranged, organized by time to attempt a deed, accomplish a thing finite and resolute, a thing of lasting beauty like the sky.
1. Find a dark clear night. 2. Walk outside to a clearing. 3. Stand straight. 4. Tilt your head all the way back. 5. Open your eyes wide. 6. Stare up at the stars.
The crane, roughed-out in layers of basswood, almost ready for shaping I’ve been laminating layers of basswood to shape into a large crane sculpture, to be cast in bronze as the feature of our Tsuru Project in Denver. With a specific gravity of 0.32 and non-directional, knot-free grain, the wood is lightweight, stable, and carves […]