Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

The Space Between
Hand-made paper, thread
(photos by Jason Nein)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Monday, April 6, 2009

At Peace (detail of installation)

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Where We Find Each Other
reductive woodcut, sewing, installation

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Fog At Night

There is that strange slow build and thickening
of air.  We stand in clouds, and disappear, passing into other
worlds of white refracted bone-light, the moon itself turned
efflorescent and wet on our cheeks and arms, glistening in the 
fine hairs, so we are shining and invisible

and yet there is danger.  With no distinctions, the world
drifts loose; the mooring ropes, years in the water, dissolve; the 
boat comes free.  Somewhere on route 80 the headlights of an 
oncoming car seem to fill the world with light.  They do. The
wheels screech and swerve

In the fog all things connect, collide.  And we have not 
yet learned to live that way.  All that moves is dangerous, all that
is still is dangerous--the car, the tree that stood for a hundred

The lone man on the edge of the highway grips his head
in his hands and shining like a desert prophet, staggers toward

--Joel Peckham
from the collection The Heat of What Comes

Saturday, February 14, 2009

our shared breath

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Monday, February 2, 2009

 (Thanks, John for filming while I was on an island.)

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Monday, January 26, 2009

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009