Friday, August 10, 2007

Saturday, July 14, 2007

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

Saturday, December 23, 2006

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

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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

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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

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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

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