9"x12" Acrylic on 110lb Mixed Media Paper
$16.00
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
August Paintings :)
I've started painting again...it's been a while, but I'm enjoying it! If I sell anything, 90% of the proceeds will go to Mercy Homes of India. Read all about it at the Mercy Homes website.
9"x12" acrylic--$16.00--SOLD
Monday, July 07, 2008
Genesis 22
Abraham, not play acting
but set on stage; flooded
in lighting and set in motion;
scripted and cued for us
for us to see beyond
the temple scrim to make
murky action bold, obvious and unavoidable
we, consumed in the scene
watch the mountain ascent
study closely, the boy's eyes
searching his father's face for understanding;
for direction, occupation
the fire and wood are here, but where
is the lamb?
oh sweet grief; oh sweet agreement
staged in bright faith
shining like the altar fire
glinting on a sharpened blade
in agreement, the aged binds the willing youth
and raises up the scepter death
but hold and wait and see
the glory of god revealed in Golgotha,
marked by a ram in a thicket
and the God who swears by none
greater than Himself
but set on stage; flooded
in lighting and set in motion;
scripted and cued for us
for us to see beyond
the temple scrim to make
murky action bold, obvious and unavoidable
we, consumed in the scene
watch the mountain ascent
study closely, the boy's eyes
searching his father's face for understanding;
for direction, occupation
the fire and wood are here, but where
is the lamb?
oh sweet grief; oh sweet agreement
staged in bright faith
shining like the altar fire
glinting on a sharpened blade
in agreement, the aged binds the willing youth
and raises up the scepter death
but hold and wait and see
the glory of god revealed in Golgotha,
marked by a ram in a thicket
and the God who swears by none
greater than Himself
Portrait of a Man I've Only Read About
The common hours of the day
I see your Presence rise like starlight
in my child's eyes filled with laughter
In the mean moments of early morning
when discipline becomes the voice of mockery
I feel your Presence wrap my mind
in long-suffering, joyfilled approval
your smile resting with your Word on my forehead
In the Sunday morning hour
when everyone sits still, finally
I sing songs and hear stories of your Presence
the Presence who later today
will silence the Accuser
the Presence who will secure my home
as I open it to strangers
who will restore to me all I spend on those who cannot repay
who will strengthen my ill back
to bear up under my own burdens
and others' too; to love without agenda
or restraint
I see your Presence rise like starlight
in my child's eyes filled with laughter
In the mean moments of early morning
when discipline becomes the voice of mockery
I feel your Presence wrap my mind
in long-suffering, joyfilled approval
your smile resting with your Word on my forehead
In the Sunday morning hour
when everyone sits still, finally
I sing songs and hear stories of your Presence
the Presence who later today
will silence the Accuser
the Presence who will secure my home
as I open it to strangers
who will restore to me all I spend on those who cannot repay
who will strengthen my ill back
to bear up under my own burdens
and others' too; to love without agenda
or restraint
Monday, March 24, 2008
For Easter on January 20, 2008
My thinned-handed friend grasps and releases and grasps again a white tissue. Her ravaged eyes filled with hope; filled with tears.
My most improbable God
I see You now through eyes of scattered starlight.
Oh, most improbable, dependable name: El Shaddai,
of the Promise
whose existence means "It is accomplished."
whose command "be blameless"
set free my father, Abraham, my brother, David,
my mother, Rahab, and my ruined sister, Tamar.
Be blameless: confess the sin which is consistent and constant;
a curse: unshakable and denounced.
This confession, of a Sunday starry night under a searing full moon
shines a light--set in motion at the origin of time and hovered over the Light of the World
now waits; holding steady gaze and delivering uncovered grief of its fester.
She buries her head in her frail hands and grows in favor with God and among men.
My most improbable God
I see You now through eyes of scattered starlight.
Oh, most improbable, dependable name: El Shaddai,
of the Promise
whose existence means "It is accomplished."
whose command "be blameless"
set free my father, Abraham, my brother, David,
my mother, Rahab, and my ruined sister, Tamar.
Be blameless: confess the sin which is consistent and constant;
a curse: unshakable and denounced.
This confession, of a Sunday starry night under a searing full moon
shines a light--set in motion at the origin of time and hovered over the Light of the World
now waits; holding steady gaze and delivering uncovered grief of its fester.
She buries her head in her frail hands and grows in favor with God and among men.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
In view of March
my phone clicks into silence
the satellites push silver wings to face away
some direction where the horizon gradually embraces another cycle of sunlight
we've been talking for hours
literally chunks of time have evaporated
into personality and laughter...
and now that I'm in a quasi silence,
my soft, black cat purring into warmth,
pillow secure, sheet and blanket thick around my body
I think of one more thing...
to say to you
or to show you
or to hope you see
always one more... something.
I love that.
the satellites push silver wings to face away
some direction where the horizon gradually embraces another cycle of sunlight
we've been talking for hours
literally chunks of time have evaporated
into personality and laughter...
and now that I'm in a quasi silence,
my soft, black cat purring into warmth,
pillow secure, sheet and blanket thick around my body
I think of one more thing...
to say to you
or to show you
or to hope you see
always one more... something.
I love that.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
The Pacific Room
In the stands at Wrigley, the wind brushed through
on a barker's voice carrying the flavor of hot dogs,
beer and cigars.
The far hedges drank up the outfield fence to the
sound of cracking bat and peanut shells; the sweep
of the crowd dusted with heartfelt profanity falling
like magic dust from three rows up.
The sun, shining rust and golden through ball park
chardonnay, leaked behind the sports bars and roof top
cafes; sneaked down to the pier where a thousand
little boats turned crimson. luffed; their full saild
bled a smart, lavender orange into rippled water.
The city woke beneath my 9th floor perch. The lights
of the Ferris wheel, impatient horns and the El
clack-clacking dripped under the doors onto paisley
lobby carpet.
Sounds and exhaustion chased me to the window,
shadows crossed my feet,
above Michigan avenue I watched blue and blue converging.
on a barker's voice carrying the flavor of hot dogs,
beer and cigars.
The far hedges drank up the outfield fence to the
sound of cracking bat and peanut shells; the sweep
of the crowd dusted with heartfelt profanity falling
like magic dust from three rows up.
The sun, shining rust and golden through ball park
chardonnay, leaked behind the sports bars and roof top
cafes; sneaked down to the pier where a thousand
little boats turned crimson. luffed; their full saild
bled a smart, lavender orange into rippled water.
The city woke beneath my 9th floor perch. The lights
of the Ferris wheel, impatient horns and the El
clack-clacking dripped under the doors onto paisley
lobby carpet.
Sounds and exhaustion chased me to the window,
shadows crossed my feet,
above Michigan avenue I watched blue and blue converging.
Between Black Balsam and Sam's Knob
Rippled in wind, the water stirs
pebbles releasing oxygenated secrets
whispers, passwords,
uncollected wisdom, panned out through miner's hands; unworthy
passed on down stream where feet to be washed hesitate at first
touch. touch of knowledge; discernment from centuries of movement
trees bend to this understanding, life force flow: direction
flow, follow,
harshly flowing mosaic: rock to dirt to sand
pebbles releasing oxygenated secrets
whispers, passwords,
uncollected wisdom, panned out through miner's hands; unworthy
passed on down stream where feet to be washed hesitate at first
touch. touch of knowledge; discernment from centuries of movement
trees bend to this understanding, life force flow: direction
flow, follow,
harshly flowing mosaic: rock to dirt to sand
Jackson Pollack
I brought 3,000 pieces for a mosaic. Gold and twin laced together. Stucco shards and flakes of paint pasted. I placed them there with a hairline tip and spilled to make the finish. Garnet molasses buried bits of bone and muscle; fossilized in layers of wit and fuzzy pain. I cannot finish; I will never be removed. Gazing from alternating directions reveals picture and detail; complete and separate; working.
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