I thought I had lost you;
but, behold, you come to me from the horizon low,
Accross the fields outspread of green and gold
fair carpet for your feet to come and go.
Where I know not, or how you come to me.
Not less my spirit with calm bliss doth glow,
meeting you only thus, in nature.
-George MacDonald

New Sculptures (I)

WAITING (December, 2006)
wood, thread, paper

HE WALKED AWAY WITH HIS LEASH (December, 2006)
wood, thread, paper

HE WALKED AWAY WITH HIS LEASH (December, 2006)
detail

STOMPING HOUSE (December, 2006)
wood, thread, paper, grasses

New Sculptures (II)

CREATURES WANDERING IN THE FOREST ( December, 2006)
wood, thread, paper

CREATURES WANDERING IN THE FOREST ( December, 2006)
detail

SOMETHING LONELY (December, 2006)
wood, thread, paper

Rosetta's Exhibit (I)

BIRDS FLY NO MATTER WHAT (2006)
acrylic, canvas

UNNAMED (2006)
acrylic, canvas

OLD FRIEND (2006)
acrylic, canvas

BRIDS FLY NO MATTER WHAT (II)
acrylic, paper, string, charcoal, metal, canvas

Rosetta's Exhibit (II)

WEEPING HORSE (2006)
acrylic, canvas

STILT HOUSE (2006)
acrylic, canvas, grasses

WET FINGERS (2006)
acrylic, hair, canvas

THE LONELY BEAST (2006)
acrylic, canvas, string