“Sometimes to create, one must first destroy.”
Mad props if you know the origin of the quote. Peace out. 🙂
Sunburst, 2015 (36 x 24″) paper collage on foam core
Oz Collage (35.25″ x 49.5), 2009. Made with clippings from Annie Leibowitz and Grace Coddington December 2005 Vogue editorial inspired by The Wizard of Oz. Poem below crafted today.
The Past (There’s No Place Like Home)
I am my mother’s daughter.
Constantly fighting my very nature
Can’t decide between safety and danger,
Love or money.
Taught not to want
To take it all in stride, status and leisure
Make one lazy bride.
A hard day’s work
In her life.
Father figures like fire:
What are you doing, what are you
Doing! What are you doing
With your life?
Whatever I want.
For when you die.
“What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.”
Don DeLillo’s White Noise
Golden Eye, 30 x 45″ approx.
“She would have liked to tell them that behind Communism, Fascism, behind all occupations and invasions lurks a more basic, pervasive evil and that the image of that evil was a parade of people marching by with raised fists and shouting the identical syllables in unison. But she knew she would never be able to make them understand.” — Sabina, from Milan Kundera’s novel The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
Ohio Star, (18 x 24″)
White Noise (18 x 20″) an ode to introspection and quieting the extraneous.