AMONGST
FAMILY
This collage was created for my "at the time" 18 year old daughter. The piece has different maps that show places she grew up, went to school, lived in for a time and have meaning. I also used photos of family members from when she was little to as she grew up and additional family members were born. The piece includes items that have meaning and symbolism that may spark a memory of a time in her life that was special. The collage has a prescription bottle that can actually be opened and has many messages within it to take out and read.
Be a Part
of Creating
ART For Family
Creating artwork that means more. Imagine having family members, favorite musicians, movies that created a huge impact in your life, a landmark in a place that means something special, a phrase that only a select few would get,... there are limitless ways to incorporate something personal into a commissioned piece for you.
Interactive Experiences
A vision for my collage work has always been to have interactive elements. Things to touch. Things to move. Something to engage with. Imagine a piece of art that has personal touches incorporated into it through photos of family members or items that belonged to your loved ones.
BETWEEN BETTERS
This collage was born long ago in a different form. The original incarnation has since found another destination. The idea of dominoes falling from a hand is always visually appealing to me and presents all sorts of spacial challenges of perception. The mouse trap at the bottom of the collage has moveable parts. The hand that stretches from the surface of this piece lets the dominoes fall to the mouse trap that gives significance to the idea of manifest destiny and the implications of a future global impact. There are hints of the gold rush and historical elements that transport the viewer to different periods of history in the United States of America. A Poem for "Between Betters" So thirsty for gold and the sparkle the pursuit of all that glitters Attentions captured by the slightest hints of skin can you hear the pitter-patter of defeat on the rooftop The nimble feet of deceit Can you hear the call for retreat from those who once were and always come again The game of which we know not but are so keenly aware we are a part of and also apart from A trumpet, the Son, a gift and a story written in stone tales of life reanimating dry bones
PLANTING PROOF
This collage tells the story of the threat of solar storms, the loss of pollinators and the role of technology in the shrinking of a compassionate society. ---------------------- The accompanying poem: Therein resides the lifeblood The under the hood The kick the tires And the let’s early retire There is more oil in the field Bleed it dry and then Let’s ‘roll tide’ Priorities stirred and shaken Rearranged and left for the taking A calm and peace that is not to be mistaken For anything other than The control of emotions The ‘ol 'get up and go' Got up and bent Over for the undertaker But enough about the quakers and their oats Because the scorched earth policy is in full effect And pollination only counts to those who believed in creation The theories don’t add up -------------------------- You can also wind up the bee, use a pair of solar eclipse glasses for your next viewing and the mirror is adjustable.
Pulling Plugs
This collage was created in the months after the tragedy of 9/11. The background is an old subway map from NYC. The plug extends from the face of the collage from the location of the World Trade Center Towers.
That Was Meant
ART
Explored
To Be
Reign Dance
This collage poses a scenario to the viewer a time when water is scarce and tech is plentiful. When genetically modified futures intersect with fossil fueled foundations. This piece incorporates a faucet with a handle that you can turn that has a USB cord that constantly leaks from it, illustrating the unending stream that has been turned on and will not be shut off. There is a clickable mouse that accents the frame and adds the nostalgia of a desktop life gone by.​ ------------------------------ The accompanying poem: My carbon dated past fuels the fossils of the future, where water once stood I see A.I. trained armies ready To detract and distract Refraction of light through the liquid life and subtraction of life from the murky depths Filtered through plastic and anti-microbial soup Tap water disasters tap dancing on the shores of the great ocean of human failings Are we ready for the tidal engagements to come Ice for the dying and sand for the skies Very last attempts to cry Saving tears for sips in the night Gigabyte fights for cloud kingdoms Singing microchip medleys for prototype parties Counterfeit contraband confiscated by the crypto funded mafia Right before the DJ started their last set Digital desires crept into the beat That boogie oogie got too down When the drop came in Tatted up and grimey we grabbed another round Desalination plants gave us one on the house The algorithm got you movin to the drum line Bass in your ear amplified by those GMO’s ------------------------------------ ​
Trying Times
A collage long lost to the travels of time and distance. It was abandoned to a life of curiosity. Curious like George was my theme for this piece. It took on new life when the parachuting George was made to be detached and could be thrown into the air for playtime.
Fears Faced
With a light that can be turned on to illuminate the inside of the face, I wanted to bring a bombardment of life to the piece by filling a majority of the spaces with an overload of words. The theme to this work is that the recipe to life can be found in the face of truth. Distractions abound in this journey called life and we must stay focused on... -------------------------- Accompanying poem: Red Light Green Light make a mad dash Runnin for our lives The pace of which we can never survive Busted and broken The image we held Esteem and confidence shaken Stirred selfishness left with less Crooked commonalities have left you quaking Taking steps towards salvation In the form of bread Shaped by words Tasting like water And knocking at the door Hearing but a whisper And feeling the breath There is a surge of life into the cyclical A cessation of the mechanical movements That come so naturally when lost in flesh -------------------------------- Where can you imagine a piece like this taking up residence?