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The Joy of the Process

I follow the grain of the wood with the handle of my mom's old scraper in my right hand, while controlling the pressure and flow of the blade with the fingers of my left. I get a warm feeling between my shoulders and neck as the rhythm of the wood is revealed. This is when the stories begin. Together they are my calming rhythm.

Recent Works

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Free Standing Art


Stops Along the Way

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Sometimes you will never know 

the value of a moment 

until it becomes a memory.

                                          Dr. Theodor Seuss Geisel


Hangin’ Out

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Snuggle Bunnies

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Unfolding

 

live then die

be found

breathe in


Half Moon Reach

 

stretch to the stars

tear away the shell

life’s yours to own


 Seek to See

what can be revealed


Trust Me

 


In the Raw

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coarse and smooth

one in the same

how you treat it

 is what you gain


Shapeshifter

reaching out and high

unveiled from within

controlling form

viewed as it concedes


Last Guards

honor

watch over

remember

the price of life is death


 Buffalo Nations

 


Raven

Mourning Sun

eternal bitter night is done

now to live these days alone

to perch agape and take it in

inlay me with Grace again