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Evening in Susa (2011)                              assemblage 14"X11"

The Birth of Homer Attended by Stallions the Size of Islands  (2006)            (assemblage of wood, photographs & toy horses)             17"X16.3"

Calling Diderot, Diderot, Come In  (2014-15)                                                assemblage 14"X11"

    Series 1411 is a group of assemblages that were constructed in similar formats and dimensions. (The Series comprises primarily pieces that measure 14" X 11".) Some works have integral parts affixed to their shielding 'windows' which consist of raised panels of plexiglass that also serve as protection for the images beneath. Many of the series' subjects derive from myth, history and/or literature. Some are blatantly anachronistic, as in Ishmael's Aqualung, while others are conceits such as The Air Conditioners of Archilochus and still others may be mildly political as in Calling Diderot, Diderot, Come In, but all were constructed simply for the pleasure of building them. Fully three dimensional, these pieces seek to weave concepts, eras and ideas together such that an intuitive leap might be staged for the viewer within the confines of these small and sometimes intimate arenas, realms the great Spanish poet Antonio Machado may have implied when he wrote

 

              "Between living and dreaming

               there is a third place . . . "

 

 

Skyhook (2012-2015)                                                                                       assemblage 12"X18"

Yellow Sea (2014-2015)                           assemblage 14" X 11"

(with a poem by Izumi Shikibu)

The Air Conditioners of Archilochus (2011)                                                  assemblage 14"X11"

(with the last few lines of The Cologne Epode)

Through a Hole in the Afternoon I Smelled Montale's Lemons (2006)           assemblage 11"X14"

At Five Minutes From Eternity (2015)         assemblage 14"X11"

(after Henry Miller)

Madrigal

 

It may be

that I was swept up in the storm

of a stranger's beauty

 

or simply feeling vague and alone

while I waited for the rain to fall

 

but I swear I could smell Montale's lemons

through a hole in the afternoon.

 

 

(unpublished)

Ishmael's Aqualung (2011-16)                         assemblage 16"X12"

 

Two Autumns                                               assemblage (c. 2003-06) 

(with Young-Man-Afraid-of His-Horses)                                                        

Cavafy's Basement           assemblage on plywood (c. 2006) 24" X 24"                                                          

Portrait after Ribera                        assemblage (c.2013) 14" X 11"                                                          

Jeffersonian Gunbelt                     assemblage (c.2013) 11" X 14"                                                          

Green Window                                             (c.2006) 14" X 11"                                                          

Flight Plan                assemblage (c.2015) 14" X 11"                                                          

J'espère                  assemblage (c.2014) 14" X 11"                                                          

Agamemnon's Toddler                        assemblage (c.2003) 8" X 8"                                                          

Office Politics                     assemblage (c.2013) 9.5" X 7"                                                          

Ithaka                                                   assemblage (c.2009)                                                         

Memoirs of My Village                                         collage/assemblage (c.2014)                                                        

from the messenger of blood a report

                                       from Olduvai

 

is/let (2016)

Schema for The Seventh Step                                                  (c.2011)                                                          

Bring Your Own Honey

 

They're shaking the hive,

but no hands shake it,

they're shaking it themselves.

The drones have started school

and the workers have been reading subversive texts,

Diderot, Paine, Goldman, Marx.

 

The queen is nervous, and production is down.

 

The soldiers, the workers, the drones

have demanded changes.

This will go on for another million years,

 

and only then will they be invited

to the queen's Christmas party, BYOH.

 

 

 

unpublished

Victorian Microscope                                     (c.2006)    24" X 24"                                                       

Sparkle

 

When a swallowtail

fluttered past her window 

on the south side of town that day

a woman that saw it

untied her apron

hung it over a kitchen chair

went in and told the man

in front of the TV set

to cook for himself

then packed a suitcase

left the house

went out into the world

and starting clean

wrote a popular novel

the man has never read

the butterfly long since dead

 

 

unpublished

For you that goes

and I who stay

two autumns

     

             after Yosa Buson

 

 

unpublished

 

 

 

Switchgear                                                       (2006-16)       14" X 11"                                                      

Schema for Listening to Gesualdo                 (c.2016)  14" X 11"                                                        

 Πλούτος-Wealth (Plenty)                                     assemblage (2016)                                                           

Wading In                                 montage/assemblage (c.2008)                                                         

Each Morning

​

before Odysseus woke,

Circe would bind her long hair up in plaits

and wrap them tightly round

her exquisite head.

 

Odysseus knew well

the pains she took,

for even while swimming, like a crown,

her braids stayed put,

 

and though the mouths of legend

never tell of it,

 

the sailor-king knew it would be hard

to forget that place,

or the rings of plaits that held

such a lovely face in place.

​

​

unpublished

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