May 16, 2013 § 8 Comments
We spent the day on “the farm” this past weekend. I say, “the farm” because there’s some debate about what we should name it.
Several weeks ago we drove my parents and niece to the 18 acres we purchased in April. We walked all over and snapped some really beautiful photos and as we rested at the peak of the property overlooking another 100 acres, Mom said, “Cedar Ridge.” « Read the rest of this entry »
April 24, 2013 § Leave a comment
About a year ago I took an Astronomy class to satisfy one of the science requirements for an Associates degree. I watched The Privileged Planet in hopes that it would help me with my Astronomy test. Myke and I had an interesting conversation to follow – chaos vs order. « Read the rest of this entry »
April 3, 2013 § 2 Comments
The following set of pictures is evidence of changes that have occured in one human being over a period of several years…
I captured this particular evolution in mid-moment – notice the specimen in the reflection…magnificent!
March 12, 2013 § Leave a comment
Wall paper clings to the room like skin
The ceiling is like the face of an owl
Gold swirls methodical, militant lines and
Rows like faces
Silent, pendant, on the light –
The legs of tables end in carved paws, sharp tendons. The air smells musty and all the furniture is oversized – the heavy velvet drapes don’t sway, they hang like an
Innocent figure in death, all the faces in the walls look on their glory.
Vessel cracked, sleek panes
At the edge of the earth,
Hot breathy sigh
The room shivers, seizing, torn in two the space that divides
My eyes are scales, flakey and dim –
I am cared for by those suspicious of me
I was charging, murderous, seething
I pursue those belonging to the Way
I haul their bodies through the streets
Because I believed
In figures clad like jewels – villains.
Each time I drive over a pot hole, my brain knocks around in my skull
Side to side – resounding
The anatomy of bell parts
Like a bell
With ears and eyes
Head of tongue and staple
A strike point
Body – Skirt
Reverberating knowledge I have been told – the way I am struck – how I absorb
My axis sways
Between spirit and flesh
A stubborn defeat
I am being conformed to Him.
An Image of whom, there is always someone
Standing by who’ll tell you
New and improved theologies for a new and improved Jesus
Who shook the world.
January 24, 2013 § 4 Comments
Several months ago, Terri and Vickie, two members from my church came by to look at a piece of art I put together for the church. As soon as they arrived, I wished I hadn’t offered it, not because I wanted to keep it but because I felt extremely vulnerable and I hated that I had put them in a position of telling me their thoughts on something they may not like. I was sure to fill in the spaces in case they didn’t know what to say in view of the overwhelming 60×72 abstraction of color and numbers and lines leaning against the piano. « Read the rest of this entry »