Monday, August 30, 2010
response
A bouquet of tangled wildflowers,
tiny seahells in a bird's nest,
empty glass canning jars,
silence and peeling wallpaper and
the residue of so much emotion
in this weathered wooden house
on a hill, filled with radiant light
and vanished dreams,
the black horse wandering lost,
the apples ripe on the ground.
EMZ
tiny seahells in a bird's nest,
empty glass canning jars,
silence and peeling wallpaper and
the residue of so much emotion
in this weathered wooden house
on a hill, filled with radiant light
and vanished dreams,
the black horse wandering lost,
the apples ripe on the ground.
EMZ
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
out of time
i have an exhibition, a solo, at art mur, the gallery in montreal
where i have been exhibiting over the last ten years,
beginning in january 2011.
my first solo in two years.
already i am printing, testing images, thinking about what i will show.
thinking about the images themselves, their mood, their scale.
what they are showing, saying.
what i want to convey.
weaving together a narrative of moments.
it is not an easy process.
it is a painful process, filled with self-doubt, with questions.
out of time.
where i have been exhibiting over the last ten years,
beginning in january 2011.
my first solo in two years.
already i am printing, testing images, thinking about what i will show.
thinking about the images themselves, their mood, their scale.
what they are showing, saying.
what i want to convey.
weaving together a narrative of moments.
it is not an easy process.
it is a painful process, filled with self-doubt, with questions.
out of time.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
end of beauty...statement
end of beauty...
the magnolia blossoms on the tree where the young woman reads,
wrapped in a towel in the early morning sun, every morning at breakfast,
last only a few days and then became brown and bruised.
the creamy white waxy blossoms disappearing,
the magnolia blossoms on the tree where the young woman reads,
wrapped in a towel in the early morning sun, every morning at breakfast,
last only a few days and then became brown and bruised.
the creamy white waxy blossoms disappearing,
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
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