. . . S C U L P T U R A L W O R K S . . .
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Sculpture is often the most complex of the art forms I work within
for it involves wading through a quagmire of
the many meaning making mechanics
and metaphors of my mind
ever-scratching at the illusionary facades of self deception
Looking, analyzing, feeling, a sense of anguish, torment, ecstasy into epiphanies.
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. . . A LOVE STORY . . .
. . . CIRCLETS . . .
. . . THE N.E.W.S. . . .
. . . LIGHTHOUSES . . .
...ALTAR WORKS...
...STATUETTES...
...THE CIRCLET SERIES...
W I N D & A I R
We have been here far far before you
And we will be here far far after
So young you are
So ignorant
We are the vastness
The sky ocean
So expansive
Beyond your scale of object grasping
Stretching we are
Sailing past
Taking shape and form
Inside out and through you.
Without us
You will die
Without you
We continue on
And beyond this planet too.
Your little machines disturb us
Change our flow
Create turbulence
Pollute us
Affect us
But you will either learn
And change
Or you will die
Never knowing.
We don't care
For you you don't see us
You are such small
Temporary
Beings
Awakening?
We will watch
We will not wait.
Unaware
Most of you are
That we are even here
With you
With little regard
Almost disdain
We see between the so said solid of you
We see so much more
Than your self centered species even imagines.
We are the wind
The air
The expansive ever exchange
In which all life breathes form from.
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W O O D
So close
You are to us
So close
In kind
That if only you knew
You might say
Kin
If only
You saw us
Like we see you
As the same.
Earth spawn
Man-childs
Of mud
Of fire
Of water
Of fur flesh and bone
Intrinsically inter-connected
We are
Tied
One to another
Our life matters
Do you not feel us
Breathing?
The same breath!
We know you
Spirit beings
For we too
Are here
Simultaneously
Growing
Changing
Holding shape
Holding soul space
Speaking
Listening
Knowing
The same sensations
Only differently
Slower
In vibration
Denser
In shape
In movement
Light
Looking like
Trees
Or so you call us
Plants
Weeds
We love you still
But sadly
We see you
Unaware
Worse than ants
For at least they
Till the soil
Softly.
We know you better
Than you know yourselves
Kinfolk
We ask you
To begin the clean up
To take responsibility
For the mess you have created
The abominations
That are changing her
That she is forgiving
For now
But not
Forever.
Kinfolk
We are all in this
Together
One chance
To take action
United
Please listen
For you can still change the outcome
We are sad though
For it seems you are no longer listening
We die for you
In the millions
To give us all the possibility
Of interplanetary
Exploration
And yet
We are close
To a stalemate
Duplicating
The dying
Of so many times
Previously.
The heartbeat
That pulses
At the core of our kind
Is an ethereal red glow
Lovingly
Drumming
Vibrating
We sing
Present
Witnessing
Supporting
But disappearing.
Take your blades of steel
And use them
For the cleaning
Not the reaping.
Change choices
Let us all live
Let us all live
Let us all live
In harmony
Or sadly
It may be too late
For any of us
But the denser elements.
We are speaking
Are you listening?
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