A record of myself as an object that was forgotten. (Who Knows)
Medium: Raw Canvas, Oil Stick, Found Wood, Grandfather’s Carpenter Clamp
2020
A record of myself as the objects that have stood in the way of the river. (The Little Prickly Pear, July/17/2020)
Medium: Raw Canvas, Oil Stick, Found Wood, Dad’s C-Clamp
2020
A record of myself as the objects that have stood in the way of the river. (The Little Black Foot, July/17/2020)
Medium: Raw Canvas, Oil Stick, Found Wood, Grandfather’s Carpenter Clamp
2020
Can I build with the shadows found along these Montana roads?
Medium: Raw Canvas, Oil Stick
2020
returning home from the river driving over Mcdonald Pass an open harvest, a wide open bloom I sip my flat beer, unburdened by the confrontation of baskets in the sky here for collecting
Medium: Canvas, Oil Stick, Found Wood, Twine, BeesWax
2020
The foundation is in the sticks and the dirt. The honesty that remembers when the memory changed.
Medium: Canvas, Oil Stick, Found Wood, BeesWax, Railroad Spike
2020
I fed, a murder of crows, hungry alleycats, new train tracks, muddy water, the hatch, a night sky, bricks, an osprey, a fence post…
Medium: Raw Canvas, Oil Stick
2020
when the man entered the store gabbing on about the crow in Iowa in the paper, Dad revealed, “I know that crow!”
Medium: Canvas, Oil Stick, Wood Glue, Acrylic
2020
Trash was different here. It wasn’t like all sudden everything someone owned ended up on the curb of the church parking lot. No, it was like people had just moved in and they liked what they had, s
Medium: Canvas, Oil Stick, Acrylic
2020
the lights in the valley reveal one home that everyone shares, a sky full of splinters
Medium: Canvas, Oil Stick, Found Wood
2020
my time, your time, and the fence post are all part of this
Medium: Raw Canvas, Oil Stick, Studio Tarp, Found Wood, BeesWax, Acrylic
2020