Saturday, April 7, 2012

Spring 2011. Charcoal. Spinach in Water in a Bowl.

inexplicable inextricable (i am calling out to)

Sea, Carry Me Away
From This Emotional Hoax

Meet Me On The Reed Bed
Armageddon
Wish Wash Pokes

Spring 2010. Eggs. Pan.

What is it to be a child born in this World?
         
          Shapes

          Colors


  you touch
but
  you sense

a loneliness

What is it to be a child born in this World?

         Always

         Broken


        broken
 from the separation




I have Circles

I have Lines

I have dots.

Spring 2011. Marker, Colored Pencil, Paper.