On My Easel

Uncategorized June 18, 2020

To Tarnynon:

in the dark city

silenced by fear

my light found me


shifting ground

unstable present tense

forget the future 



glass on concrete

smash shards cut blood


red images

spiral layers form

when i close my eyes


Why bother? 

Who cares? 

what is the point?


and then intent disappeared. 


Center the clay body. 

Open, pull, trim.

catch energy in a bowl.


Spark. sizzle.

Cavemen discovered fire. What is fire?

Concentrated energy.


art is concentrated energy.

wisdom from observation.

action from neurons.


something from nothing.

it was trash. 

now it is poetic.