The Red Garment

It was marvelous --- a gorgeous, frightful thing --- to witness how fast they grew.

Kissing At Sunset

It all seemed so romantic, that first kiss. Indeed, romance has everything to do with the dark.

I Sought Not Redemption.

Many so many count on annunciation floating down from on high, but hope is nearly always a lateral proposition. Out with perfect beauty; eat the carrots and burn the sticks.

Change Has Come

No wind, nor prop, nor stroke of oar propelled this barge; it would bear us nevertheless towards marvelous and hair-raising shores unimagined.

Moonstruck

"All I remember is a scratching, sort of wood-shreddy kind of noise coming from nowhere in particular. Then, almost imperceptibly, the light began to change."

Housecalling...

The fine, long road had crumbled since he'd last ridden this way. And anyway: what is it to return when one is one's own home?

The Wind

Perhaps not the best illustration --- a little unclear --- but I like the image nonetheless.

After the storm, I'd expected good beachcombing; dead puffins, perhaps some glass net-floats. This was something altogether different.

A Selection of Recent Images.

The Beast Tamer comes to us from a piece of Sumerian earthenware. I first encountered the original image in an art-history course, then stumbled across it again in Hero With a Thousand Faces; too good to pass up. Do images like this speak to us as potently as one imagines they did 4000 years ago and more?

The Conversion

A Force That Gives Us Meaning

So this is me trying out a picture-post. Let's see... Yes, this seems to be working.

I've been more and more pre-occupied with making work that is relevant( however tenuously) to the actual real-life world. And growing disenchanted with capital-A Art. This will be a thread I return to.