new work

translated

horses

translations into paint and wax

just a little translation of an image i found

came out of the line and was joined by another

a line is a line is a line

some lines are meant to be

drawn from the eye

to the hand

and back again

a journey's end

ending this journey is just the beginning...

as new ideas unfold and time becomes something that i can play with again..

your moon, our moon

i was just thinking about the moon ...

that is, your moon ...

and our moon ...