Helen Redacted is found poetry using erasure. The original source is the booklength poem, Helen in Egypt, by H.D.
The installation I created during the My Good Judy Residency in New Orleans (Oct. 2018) involved the local community in direct relationship and response to my work. Involving myself and my art as action for social justice in this way was an evolutionary step for me. Through those interactions people had the freedom to sit... Continue Reading →
In the fluorescent twilight of my heart I know when you are near Dappled, diffused in this cave, in this dream My desire grows I close my eyes to ignite the spark sending it to find your form Light flashes gleaming as it glances off surfaces and strikes again in search for you As the... Continue Reading →
Black Snake Silent is about the snakes that poison individual creativity, uniqueness, and independent thinking. The whispers within that keep us from speaking; that infect us with fear to keep us from vibrating to our individual truth. It is a liberation from the venom that snakes its way into our DNA and passes from one... Continue Reading →
Warriors is a series vibrating with the many layered veils of past, present, and possibility. A peek through the fabric of fate into a world filled with well-being. The pieces communicate the weight of time. They are Sacred Warriors demonstrating courage and the will it takes to create the future we desire out of the... Continue Reading →
Space is the ocean within me A hibernation of tides, until the stars ignite - Illuminating your image and my recall -Q
I have been thinking much about Liberty....Revolution, Freedom. Words of power, with deep roots, and great meaning. Ideas that inspire action. Limitations on thoughts, behavior, and choice.... ....suppression of women's voices, suppression of diversity. A call for warriors; A call for action. This is me, Just getting started.......
Unchained A self portrait And a call for Liberty. To make peace with your own identity. “….acceptance is not a surrender; it is a liberation.” -Gerald Clarke, in Capote: A Biography (1988) Unchained is a fresco created in three parts, fitting together as one whole; a metaphor as evidence of pansexuality and the sexual, romantic,... Continue Reading →
I remember my first crossing to you, or was it you crossing to me? The well worn foot path through heather, around moor, green mounds with single holes, woven nets of white flowers lay across the cairns of lore. The sound of voices, faraway singing, feet tapping patterns. I drew close and then closer to... Continue Reading →