Tuesday, June 10, 2014

CCCXLVI: To Be Continued...

"To the people who fully understood the story, the virtues of oak pointed out what was virtuous for men."
-William Bryant Logan, Oak: The Frame of Civilization

I'm bad with numbers. In spite of my current post number, a year ago today I didn't plan to, but I spent the whole day standing in the rain, watching the Cedar lane oak come down. The inability to find a conclusion to the story has strung a death vigil into a year of mourning. The mourning may not be done, but I'm sensing this project is. I sort of knew I'd never find a conclusion in my own words, I have little trust for words, and little facility with them.  I recently read the poem below for the first time, and thought that I'd found words as close as I was going to come to a final statement.  This isn't the last you'll see of The Tree, there are projects to be built from its wood, sculptures to be carved, and I'm sure the light will strike the stump just so, and I'll have to share the picture. For now however, love to all who have walked this path with me.

No true story ever has a true conclusion.

'I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.'

-Edna St. Vincent Millay, Dirge Without Music

Monday, June 9, 2014

CCCXLV: Spotlight

One was a faith in a sorrow
Two was a waste of a dream
Three was a life in a bottle
Four was the last to believe
Five was a break in the weather
Six was back to the start
Seven was the hope it would never go this far
Kasey Chambers, Nothing at All

Sunday, June 8, 2014


"Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. but it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."
-Winston Churchill,  November 10, 1942

Saturday, June 7, 2014


I have  tendency to repeat this shot, but I never get tired of it...

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

CCCXXXIX: top of the world

We don't always get cast in the role we'd like to see ourselves in when it comes to the story our life tells.

Monday, June 2, 2014

Upcoming Shows Spring 2014

I've donated a few pieces to Liberalis, the Openings Collectives
Spring fundraiser.
Friday June 6, 7-10 pm and Saturday June 7, 7-10 pm
This will be an amazing pop up fundraising event, a huge number of
artists, including some prominent ones have donated pieces, all to be
sold for $50- 250
I'll be there Friday night.
Novella Gallery.
164 Orchard Street, New York, New York 10002

I'll be participating in Studio Montclair's Viewpoints 2014 June 4 – 28, 2014
Stop by the opening reception and say hi, Saturday, June 7, 2014 from 6-9pm at
aljira, a Center for Contemporary Art located at 591 Broad Street in Newark, NJ

A piece of mine will also be in The Skull Show June 12 - August 31, 2014
Bedford gallery, Lesher Center for the Arts
1601 Civic Dr. Walnut Creek, CA 94596
I won't make the opening, but if you can go and tell me how it looks.


'I know a cold as cold as it gets
I know a darkness that's darker than cold
A wind that blows as cold as it gets
Blew out the light in my soul'
-Patty Griffin, Cold as it Gets

Sunday, June 1, 2014


A year ago this was vigil day 6. I was on a road trip to my best friend's wedding with two good friends and the love of my life.  Happy Anniversary guys.

The quote I used that day seems more appropriate than ever:

The ultimate meaning to which all stories refer has two faces: the continuity of life, the inevitability of death.
-Italo Calvino, If on a Winter's Night a Traveller