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November 20, 2011
The American Turkey
Yes, we’ll know, oh we’ll know
If I found you a floating feather
Sent down to help me fly away
If I found you a floating feather
I would be amazed
I’d be amazed
December 12, 2011
Where Is He Climbing?
This mixed media piece definitely evokes a sense of grittiness and the waxy encaustic finish brings to mind the outside touch of deeply glossed eggplant. The dark colors, primitive man and bones emerging from the ground suggest a gripping story as all good art, worthy to be looked upon, often should.
November 20, 2012
Life of Pie
My formative years were made up of blueberry pie. Each summer Mom would drag my sister and me to the blueberry farm where we’d sit on buckets and encourage plump, steel-blueberries from their perch. “Try not to get the stems,” Mom would instruct. “Or the green berries. Or the ones that have a hint of red—they’re too bitter. They’ll ruin the pie.” In between her cautionary tales, she’s slip into a quiet meditation, working methodically through the rows.
