"...In the empty theater of such a night, waking to meet
no external radiance, this is the final struggle left to win,
this the sole beacon to beckon the darkness in and let the rest
from The Ghost Light by Robin Morgan
ongoing exploration of light/empty space/division (2015-present) in graphite, watercolor, prismacolor, charcoal, pastel
"On rain washed paper dried, ink
still blurs. But all words
are stains. The paper’s rippled
lunar, mountain and crater,
and seas on the moon, misnomer
of plains that looked like
water once, no-end-to-it shadows,
fractal to fractal...."
from "On rain washed paper dried, ink" by Marianne Boruch
very current work in book arts, in various media
"...and there space: a chill expanse
widening out, a fluid
surface breaking in the light..."
from "Alternate Landscape" by Brad Leithauser
2014-2016 series: watercolor, acrylic, ink on paper
"Things weren’t very specific
when I was in labor,
yet everything was
there, suddenly: all that
my body had known,
even things I’d only been
reminded of occasionally,
as when a stranger’s scent
had reminded me
of someone I’d known
in the distant past...."
from "In the Distant Past" by Carrie Fountain
a few selections from 2009-2015, including welded steel, assemblage, and installation
Gertrude Stein Project
"...There was a time when I was questioning, always asking, when I was talking, wondering, there was a time when I was feeling, thinking and all the time then I did not know repeating, I did not see or hear or feel repeating. There was a long time then when there was nothing in me using the bottom loving repeating being that now leads me to knowing..."
from "The Making of Americans" by Gertrude Stein
(more coming soon)
"I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free. Elsewhere we are as sitting in a place where sunlight Filters down, a little at a time, Waiting for someone to come..."
from "As One Put Drunk Into the Packet Boat" by John Ashbery