//Pop // 2018 // acrylic on board // 5' x 3'//

//Chicken on the Frozen Genesee // Blurry pink splotches melt into blue and everything has a rounded edge. Soft almost, if not for the hardness underfoot and the ripple of not-too-distant watery patches of black. She seeks crossing, hopeful for solid footing, while he explains Chicken. She’s only played that with cars, stepping toes curled into the path of the oncoming before pulling back. Once pulled back not by her own volition. Hands clamped and yanked made her a chicken. Here the surface danger is slipping. The pair out there have enough skidding giddy steps to forget the underneath danger. The river muzzled over. Cold. Not cold enough to keep the edge intact long enough for anyone who might step too close to grasp the ice-ground before it cracks. And keeps cracking. Chicken. They step back. Do you feel that? he asks, and jumps again. What she stands on remembers it wants to flow. Tilt and return. // 2018 // acrylic on canvas // 35" x 40"//

//A Bunny Dream // 2018 // acrylic on board // 24" x 32" //

//Dog is God // 2018 // acrylic on wood // 4' x 6' //

Blind // With time I tried to charm/ Unhooked and dropped my/ Watch onto the floor and/ Smiling meekly up/ Mumbled slightly/ That's like you and me // 2018 // acrylic on board // 3' x 4'

//Uncanny Uncandid no. 6 // 2018 // acrylic on canvas // 14" x 18" //

//Untitled // 2018 // acrylic on board // 30" x 40" //

//Untitled // 2018 // acrylic on canvas // 36'' x 44''//

//We // The boundaries between you and me must be unseen for us to see We // 2017 // watercolor and acrylic on canvas // 2' x 3'//

//\\ // 2018 // acrylic on board // 28'' x 35'' // Lead or follow then fall into water/ Shiver drip squint tilt forward/ To catch a whisper or hear better/ the ocean's constant gentle shatter //\\ Forget to watch the watch tick tick/ Somersault on the surf and pick/ A shell of holes a chip of moon/ Night dawn another noon //\\ Wonder at the wonder of being here/ Speak of time and chance and fear/ Focus and answer with close vision/ of grains of sand, odd or even? //\\ Cartwheel on the edge of the sea/ Unhurried windmills turned/ By the brackish breeze

//Odd or Even? // 2018 // acrylic on board // 28" x 35"// Between stilts,/ you lead, follow, we/ shiver, drip, the watch ticks,/ the railing with no/ midflight landing,/ sand, sea, elbows,/ the sun unfolds./ I squint, the ocean tips,/ dawnnoondawn./ I thumb a shelled/ chipped of moon.//

// Uncanny Uncandid No. 1 // 2017 // acrylic on wood // 30'' x 45'' //