After a year of anxiety reflected in my art…
“In A Dark Time The Mind Begins To See,” 2017
2018 dawned with a determination for power.
As the year began, I came upon a crown
lying on a sidewalk.
It belonged to a force of nature,
who would take no guff.
I set out to create her
using no photo, no model,
just feeling who she had to be.
At first she thought being an “idol”
and I didn’t mind if she laughed at herself.
A few years ago I painted a jolly Buddha
so I was ok with humor in art.
“Juggling Galaxies,” 2015
But she wasn’t having it.
She kept transforming
and then it was time to paint.
She needed deep folds around her
radiant with energy from within
crevices of experience,
still hopeful with a suggestion
of a smile.
Her hands had to be generous,
not what people call “feminine,”
a rough-hewed woman of nature
in bronze and gold.
Her cloak would be tall grass
I found on the dirt
and sealed forever with resin.
She would be tall so I attached
two canvases to give her 80 inches
(almost seven feet) in height.
I laid her down in her cloak of straw
and fastened the crown on her head.
There she waits until…
months from now she will be up on a gallery wall
and conjure our collective