True North watercolor, wax crayon, graphite, colored pencil 40”h x 52”w (framed)
The words written on the painting are my own prose: The sky will soak me up . . . and rain me down in different colors. The clouds and sun will move through me like the changing wind. And inside me my heart beats the same, steady pulse of the rocks and the stars. The pulse that is my true north.
Endangered watercolor, wax crayon 32”h x 40”w (framed)
The words written on this painting are my own prose: The sun rises behind my tree. I rise. My colors blaze and vibrate. They announce me. All of life revolves around this speck of color on a crowded planet. All of me revolves around your plan for the search. I am the sun. Let me shine.