Category: Portraits

Words can paint, each letter, a bristle of a brush. The sentence becomes a stroke. Paragraphs shape objects. A portrait needs no beginning, middle, or end. When we look deep at a painting, we can’t help but wonder why the Mona Lisa smiles. If you look deep enough at portraits, close enough to pick out desire, they jump out of the frame. The frame is the story. Break out! Break out!

Mnemosyne

Her arm, a light porcelain, marbled with a series of veins and arteries. Sometimes she thinks she’s cold, a stone. She takes a sacred bath, a bit too warm for many, candles burning messages into her sweat, to see through the cold, if she…

Luminous Language

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First Light In The Winter Garden

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Resonate

Click on image to enlarge. Taken at Cattus Island County Park, N.J. in November 2018.    

First Glimpse

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Circuit Tree

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Watcher

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Arc Eternal

Arc Eternal 

Moths Find Daylight

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Orbital

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Woman King

Woman King More images here.

Soundness

He’s moving to a song he knows and it’s a song we’ve heard before but can’t place. As he moves, the sweat, sores, and scratches stay in place. What’s inside him is externalized. He doesn’t care about our inner secrets, our inner fears, our…

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