Artist’s Statement and Interview My paintings are generally small, meticulous, and involve sustained observation of an otherwise ignored or quickly consumed image. Why/how did dumpsters and file cabinets specifically become focuses of your work (as those otherwise ignored objects)?In 2016/7, I noticed that file cabinets were accumulating in local thrift stores, and I spotted them …
for Sophie Main Beneath the arch’s underbelly, a prayer falls to our heartbeats.This is how I touch my humanity: fingers trailing a lavender stalk,whispers dripping in hushed symphony until its perfume wardsoff yesterday’s sunken breath. Here, you count to three& this is how I touch my humanity: fingers trailing a lavender stalk,chasing the seasons for …
I was in a cheerful mood, so I went to the zoo at the edge of the city. I laughed at a comic book with the idyllic zebras. I slow-danced to Chopin with the lavish gorillas. I sang a Spanish ballad to the stylish flamingos. At the end of the visit, I took a much-needed …
I was at a hidden local beach in Southern California away from the tourist traps of Santa Monica and Huntington Beach. The sun was shining but it wasn’t overwhelming; it was still early in the morning. That’s when I saw a flying jaguar in the late spring sky. It approached the sand and landed a …
For my upcoming trip, you hoardsweet cream, buttermilkbiscuits, peach jam and Bostoncream pie. My first taste of the Predator franchiseis Prey, dubbed in Comanche. The star,a woman uninterested with love.The alien, not drop-shipped into it. The trovejoins two hand-made garlic-beheading ice creams and two fire-burnt saltycaramels. By definition, some gruesome deaths are not possiblevia direct …
Any way you look at it, it seems the world isburning, that it is going up in flames, and it is. Icannot unsee the ways we are awful to one another,devouring one another in hatred, letting the thingenvelope us, blind us, and no making, no creating, nofever dream will help; friends do, and generosity,goodness even—not …
after Mizi Xia Cardinal red caught in the salt-ached breeze,the silk dancing through leaves. You lungedforward like a wild horse in the middle ofSunday green, the branch a traitorous kinyou threatened to behead. So you were therewaging a war against the wind and I was thereand I was bad at this, I admitted, becauseyou lost …
All the rivers on the moon are dammed.Their labor done, the lunar raceof beavers, walking upright, cradling their childrenin their arms, return to homes they builtfrom native trees. They lounge along their ponds,their flat tails absorbing warmth from the vagrant sun.This is what, in 1835, the New York Sunreported: The Moon’s an Eden of naturally …
Before long I’ll need a good anatomistlet her macerate thisbody how she sees fit with water in acid orbeetles or compost but with a final cleanse in ammonia please—so long as the bones come out pearlyso long as she interpret them faithful to this life but maybe more faithful to the next Go on and …
First, let the wood pick ream & reamits femur. Clean it out like a soulfrom the body. Slide the yucca cordthrough & through like a pin of amberlight on the hollowed parts of us, thenback into a cave, where a cricket lives,carved into the side of bison bone.Let it roll & roll into a sun, …