So lasting they are, the rivers!
So lasting they are, the rivers! Only think. Sources somewhere in the mountains pulsate and springs seep from a rock...
I join the visitors at the gates
This place owns my hands, my legs, my eyes. The space behind my ribs that contains a universe of contradictions...
A portfolio of all my recent work
Work in progress
Photographs of my process and studio
Where are you going, little one?
A book of art and rhyme for children
Blogging art, poetry, and inspiration