I originally posted this in 2018, my words remain beneath the snow and in the clouds
Thoughts while thinking & repeating
Category Archives: My Art & Writing
FIERCE JOY THIS SEASON
Tis the time – tis the season – this Christmas Season – let it be – FIERCE JOY – we spread towards those who shun kindness, humanity, and you know – all the ideals we as humans should hold as close as Jacob Marley’s chains…
peace, love
happy holidays
am:)
making art
why must I take art
art is not something you take
it is something you give
I can only draw stick figures
fire begins
with simple sticks
none of my sculptures look right
you’re in good company
now-put all your wrongs together
and make art
The words are a riff from a piece I wrote back in 2014.
The unfinished sculpture images shown above – my latest work
His name is Abraham GS Bardo (name inspired after the prolific author George Saunders)
When finished, Abraham will inhabit a cemetery with his dearest friend the raven.
Words blasted from the past
A piece from 2014 published in the Avocet…was it so long ago…
5 am peaceful
wishing it were contented spirits
dusting the cement grass with glitter
not winter’s freeze
my dachshund’s paw prints
sweet as a postcard
one might send a faraway lover
I linger in the numbing quiet
let the moment warm this blanketed silence
hushed low like swimming beneath water
where despair drowns then floats away
in bubbles and dancing reflections
don’t want to twist the frozen doorknob
and go back inside
I’d love to remain out here
5 am
with the sparkling dust
and all that glitters
in the beauty of this silence
when the world is so peaceful
the original marker art that posted along with the poem in 2014
hope you’re all managing these days
am:)
Oblia wishes you a Happy Halloween
Elso the Propped, Inherits the Earth
This is my 12th clay story along the journey into sculpture. I love creating narratives through art.
You decide what Elso is roaring…
10.18.25 – A Beautiful Day to Remember Who We Are – Not Who We Were
Peaceful and beautiful protest – Newburgh, NY along the Hudson River
Polli Protest is my wonderful company…she loves a good photo op
Little Black a Pony
A spread from the book that supported me through childhood.
….Red Sweater Boy in his red jacket astride Big Red (red – the primary look-at-my-power color) gallop away from the farm. In a sheer moment of panic at the loss of his friend, Little Black charges after the couple.
But, the little pony can’t keep pace with the powerful stallion…
Will Red Sweater Boy realize the depth of his friend’s heartbreak before something tragic unfolds?
Is Big Red capable of caring about a less-powerful animal?
Will Little Black tire out, lose heart, end all protest and lose his friend?
Illustrations by James Schucker
1961
the thing about scars
Junk-Shop Monster
I’ve always found that writing-like creating something with my hands-helps to exercise the demons…
I’ve been working on this particular piece of writing off & on the last month or so. It’s funny, one never knows when their work is truly finished….
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