Spoon

Sometimes I make sculpture. Often sewn things (costumes, stuffed animals), but then again sometimes from found objects like this twisted piece of hemlock filled with gold encaustic, then drilled and hung. I think of it as a giant spoon of gold, floating just as its hemlock parent did in a huge curve above the creek in the Catskills. I used all my old circus rigging tools to hang it.

roses and rain

He may be luminescent from radiation. More likely it is the light of a billion roses that have been crushed to make his bones. They don't melt in the rain; they just smell sweeter.

Here in the land of shadows we hesitate near the hemlocks to distill a bit of shape and old stone into watercolor: