it whispers my name.

as the ache
swells in me
there is a splintering
at the horizon of today
fragments of yesterday
and tomorrow

and i listen at this abyss
as the beyond beckons me
with its urgency and passion

i open my splintered self to it
and it whispers
my name

reading...

transformation seems required; maintenance no longer functional.

"if we can free ourselves from our robot-like habits of predictability, repetition and function, we begin to walk differently..."

in the space of absence (january 2009 coming)

for upcoming show, in the space of absence,
at lawndale art center (mid january 2009)
6' x 9' x 6'. remnant tire tube liners. not quite finished. shot with cell phone camera-not bad.


AND the grunge from a day with tires looks a little like this