I think of the threads of my existence, both physical and spiritual. Of my history and potential. The hollow threads that take oxygen and nutrients around my body and those that return to my heart. The threads of fibre that carry the world of the outside to my inside and fire one connection to another, that forms my reason, and transforms my imagination into my making...
http://www.publicart.world/the-thread-and-reach-of-life.html
A cormorant flies ahead of a crashing wave that chases its tale under a dramatic sky: https://www.encyclopediautopia.world/ahead-of-the-wave
Enjoy a story of happiness in two (hundred) words. Five young friends share their love as they look up at...
As I begin to ponder on a major new project about the future, I create an artwork that considers how...
Enjoy my study of water, both beautiful and fierce... https://www.publicart.world/the-rush-of-water-artwork.html
I create a new poem and artwork in response to the terror of human conflict... https://publicart.world/together.html To kill is to...
From the poem Do I Mind at Public Art World: . . . This all we are, I sense this...