Artwork created with a mix of watercolor, charcoal, pastel, powdered pigments and ink
even if only for a short while
signal's end
unbeholden to our ruminations
with quiet reminders
winter's night
haunted by the promise of an unknown passage
we are their sky
the unspoken path to another
last known ship
with a lasting spirit of collapse
primitive text and infinite numbers
passive resistance
as tomorrow bends back on today
in the end it didn't matter which path he had taken
the threat of feeling nothing at all
we are the ghosts we think we see
let us go then
halloween misfits
i believe they want you to give in
a weary act of persuasion
future golden remains
silent for a time
other ways forward
a mindful installation
we are not alone
epiphany
aerial obsequy
something different from what we believe ourselves to be
the fate of a nation
time enough at last
with an air of excitement and mystery
delicate migration
even the stars
a gentle notion
nightmare ending (back)
nightmare ending (front)
these with a thousand small intentions
of mind and heart
so asleep in our dreams
an attempt to convey
for but a brief moment
peace in place of certainty
echo
unbeknownst
not swiftly as I rose before
all told
the assumed order of consequence
all that it is to remember
with regard to the supposed primary qualities of extension and solidity
an ever dimming course
the loved ones left behind
tranquil restoration
sometimes more real
hardly a necessary feature of reality
in thought as life
if you listen very carefully, you can hear the quiet sound of a better world
the dark world without
one that could not have been otherwise
where big themes and movement hold sway
loyally crusading for a version of nonexistence
set to light the ground
given the chance
guiding the broken shadow
last night i dreamed that i was a child out where the pines grow wild and tall
gathered by those less reserved in their theories
all these little bits of nothing we are given
flickering effects of the mind
nightmare
take two
separation is an illusion
mourned
stray thought conductor
only at nightfall
after winds long contrary
the novelty of exile
Wendell smiled right up until the end
you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not
the brilliant hush of conclusion
if ever there was one
far folded mists
after the age of invention
many standing mysteries
only in memory
in admiration of a waking universe
idle passengers
the fading archive
mysterious species conservation
flight of the recently departed
unwilling to shine
vaguely beloved shadow
evening departure