Acrylic
 What Color Were Her Eyes?You are not an unfamiliar gateway so this must be a trick of the light
Acrylic on Canvas
350- |  Some Kind of DawnSOLD
tracking imperceptible changes in the light, we move into morning |  oath, omen, roadThey kept pointing to easier roads, as if we had always been at the helm // there is gratitude in the grief, but it is difficult to stand in defense of pain to a world chasing sunrise
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 Sweet UnfamiliarSOLD
when the unknowns ache, we move like sunsets. to trust a horizon, to fall off the edge of the infinite |  Write, rewriteI was the writer once, and you were the writer when we fell.
“You tired yet?”
“I’m so far now.”
(she was calling your name the whole time)
Acrylic on Canvas
250- |  For Elizabeth, a blood moonWe learned that desire, once set in motion, was no obstacle; no matter the vehicle. We were bound to hold fire in our guts. Why be troubled by hunger when this once, it had a name
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 before your understanding2 ft x 3 ft
500-
before your understanding, the fragmented pieces screamed for cool water. we sing out storms in gratitude, we sing for a solace without longing. |  Throw Me Your Swordthey were electrified by your movements – a warrior – but they emptied you of words and pain
2 ft x 2 ft
300- |  Blood MoonSOLD
the days were heightened and cluttered, water soaking the air. You could feel the whole city crying for rain, as if one body, in a tense silence, could summon G_d/s |
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 Momentum300-
2 ft x 2 ft
We gather speed and raise our arms like golden arrows to the sky, we know flight in moments, we know the taste of it |  Turn LeftSomewhere there is a library of unwritten books. Somewhere a book of abandoned pathways.
I leave this Love to the g-d/s who hold that gate; suspend it in a mystery without intrigue
Acrylic on Canvas
250- |  read for meYou can not narrow g-d/s to a single bone. Even this hip like a spoon cannot hold all this blue.
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 Above2 x 2'
Acrylic on canvas
SOLD |  You were right about the window (but I'vSOLD |  Siddhartha and the FerrymanSOLD
visiting with old favorite books, and remembering the variety of awakening. At the river, Siddhartha has to learn to release his own son, his heart, back into samsara, where he himself had found only emptiness. Still, in great sorrow he found the song of all sorrows and joys. He found it, and it was beautiful. |
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 Was the City Burning |  No ReliefSOLD
what we cling to turns to fire in the palm. Excavating my own distrust, the corners of my heart that can no hear that G_d/s rip away what does not serve us. When I find water, my ghosts stand guard. Fully alive. I discover the infinite. |  Crossing Shadowsi want to teach you everything I have learned about light |
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 LiberationSOLD |  LoomSOLD
a fearful heart dreams shipwrecks into easy days. it takes bravery to unwind, to find ourselves soaked in gratitude and lost in the infinite unknowns |  A Fool's JourneySOLD
the horizon struck a fleeting yellow. there were hopes to abandon, and adventures to begin, but we stood for a moment, screaming our names into an empty sky |
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 Tower2.5 x 2 '
Acrylic on canvas
-300 |  White2.5 x 2'
Acrylic on canvas
SOLD |  untitledAcrylic and 15th century prayer book on distressed wood.
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 empty cities1 x 1
acrylic on canvas
SOLD |  As we know water2 x 6'
Acrylic on wood
-350 |  Below1.5 x 1'
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 Origin stories2.5 x 2 '
Acrylic on canvas
-180 |  untitled1.5 x 2
Acrylic on canvas
SOLD |  Acrylic on canvas
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 sketchCrayon, spraypaint, watercolor and acrylic on posterboard
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Watercolor
 Untitled 3, watercolor |  Untitled, watercolor |  Untitled 2, watercolor |
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 sketch, watercolor |  Time and Pressure, watercolor |  Overdefended, watercolor |
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 Community, watercolor |
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