What Color Were Her Eyes?

You are not an unfamiliar gateway so this must be a trick of the light Acrylic on Canvas 350-

Some Kind of Dawn

SOLD tracking imperceptible changes in the light, we move into morning

oath, omen, road

They kept pointing to easier roads, as if we had always been at the helm // there is gratitude in the grief, but it is difficult to stand in defense of pain to a world chasing sunrise Acrylic on Canvas 250-

Sweet Unfamiliar

SOLD when the unknowns ache, we move like sunsets. to trust a horizon, to fall off the edge of the infinite

Write, rewrite

I was the writer once, and you were the writer when we fell. “You tired yet?” “I’m so far now.” (she was calling your name the whole time) Acrylic on Canvas 250-

For Elizabeth, a blood moon

We learned that desire, once set in motion, was no obstacle; no matter the vehicle. We were bound to hold fire in our guts. Why be troubled by hunger when this once, it had a name Acrylic on Canvas 250-

before your understanding

2 ft x 3 ft 500- before your understanding, the fragmented pieces screamed for cool water. we sing out storms in gratitude, we sing for a solace without longing.

Throw Me Your Sword

they were electrified by your movements – a warrior – but they emptied you of words and pain 2 ft x 2 ft 300-

Blood Moon

SOLD the days were heightened and cluttered, water soaking the air. You could feel the whole city crying for rain, as if one body, in a tense silence, could summon G_d/s

Momentum

300- 2 ft x 2 ft We gather speed and raise our arms like golden arrows to the sky, we know flight in moments, we know the taste of it

Turn Left

Somewhere there is a library of unwritten books. Somewhere a book of abandoned pathways. I leave this Love to the g-d/s who hold that gate; suspend it in a mystery without intrigue Acrylic on Canvas 250-

read for me

You can not narrow g-d/s to a single bone. Even this hip like a spoon cannot hold all this blue. Acrylic on Canvas 350-

Above

2 x 2' Acrylic on canvas SOLD

You were right about the window (but I'v

SOLD

Siddhartha and the Ferryman

SOLD visiting with old favorite books, and remembering the variety of awakening. At the river, Siddhartha has to learn to release his own son, his heart, back into samsara, where he himself had found only emptiness. Still, in great sorrow he found the song of all sorrows and joys. He found it, and it was beautiful.

Was the City Burning

No Relief

SOLD what we cling to turns to fire in the palm. Excavating my own distrust, the corners of my heart that can no hear that G_d/s rip away what does not serve us. When I find water, my ghosts stand guard. Fully alive. I discover the infinite.

Crossing Shadows

i want to teach you everything I have learned about light

Liberation

SOLD

Loom

SOLD a fearful heart dreams shipwrecks into easy days. it takes bravery to unwind, to find ourselves soaked in gratitude and lost in the infinite unknowns

A Fool's Journey

SOLD the horizon struck a fleeting yellow. there were hopes to abandon, and adventures to begin, but we stood for a moment, screaming our names into an empty sky

Tower

2.5 x 2 ' Acrylic on canvas -300

White

2.5 x 2' Acrylic on canvas SOLD

untitled

Acrylic and 15th century prayer book on distressed wood. SOLD

empty cities

1 x 1 acrylic on canvas SOLD

As we know water

2 x 6' Acrylic on wood -350

Below

1.5 x 1' Acrylic on canvas SOLD

Origin stories

2.5 x 2 ' Acrylic on canvas -180

untitled

1.5 x 2 Acrylic on canvas SOLD

Acrylic on canvas SOLD

sketch

Crayon, spraypaint, watercolor and acrylic on posterboard -60