The Wasteland

“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only…

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Bones in the Desert

Georgia O’Keeffe has always been one of my favorite artists. Recognizing the depth found within objects, like a deer skull, has always been major part of my art. I like to think how excited she would be when I stumble upon something amazing in the desert.

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