All at One Point (or That which perpetuates the building)
       
     
Take shelter from the tornadoes in this volcano.
       
     
Games without end. (or The ice will break the trees in half.)
       
     
Beersheba (or Can we see heaven from the radio towers?)
       
     
Octavia (or We will cut a path with the machete.)
       
     
Bloom. We hide.
       
     
Throw it off the cliff
       
     
Ascend. In the crevices, I wait.
       
     
Makeshift fort falls from the sky.
       
     
Climb to see if they'll have you.
       
     
Left to my own devices.
       
     
Rift (or The road to the valley.)
       
     
The weeds provide some cover.
       
     
Once sleeping.
       
     
Love through these vessels.
       
     
As we lay drifting.
       
     
Tiptoeing
       
     
Fog of my eye.
       
     
So that we might glow
       
     
Fill a bucket with the currency of the sea.
       
     
From Marine Ave to the Eighty-sixth st.
       
     
Seventy-five acres and the second highest hill in all the land.
       
     
All at One Point (or That which perpetuates the building)
       
     
All at One Point (or That which perpetuates the building)

2012
Graphite, Acrylic, and India Ink on Duralar
50" x 40"

Take shelter from the tornadoes in this volcano.
       
     
Take shelter from the tornadoes in this volcano.

2012
Acrylic, Ink, Pencil on Duralar
40” x 41”
Private Collection

Games without end. (or The ice will break the trees in half.)
       
     
Games without end. (or The ice will break the trees in half.)

2012
Acrylic, Ink, Pencil on Duralar
20" x 40"

Beersheba (or Can we see heaven from the radio towers?)
       
     
Beersheba (or Can we see heaven from the radio towers?)

2012
20" x 40"
Acrylic, Ink, Pencil on Duralar

Octavia (or We will cut a path with the machete.)
       
     
Octavia (or We will cut a path with the machete.)

2012
Acrylic, Ink, Pencil on Duralar
20" x 40"
 

Bloom. We hide.
       
     
Bloom. We hide.

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9" 
Private Collection

Throw it off the cliff
       
     
Throw it off the cliff

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9"

Ascend. In the crevices, I wait.
       
     
Ascend. In the crevices, I wait.

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9"

Makeshift fort falls from the sky.
       
     
Makeshift fort falls from the sky.

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar.
12" x 9"

Climb to see if they'll have you.
       
     
Climb to see if they'll have you.

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9"

Left to my own devices.
       
     
Left to my own devices.

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9"
Private Collection

Rift (or The road to the valley.)
       
     
Rift (or The road to the valley.)

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9"

The weeds provide some cover.
       
     
The weeds provide some cover.

2013
Acrylic, Ink on Duralar
12" x 9"

Once sleeping.
       
     
Once sleeping.

2015
Digital Print
8" x 10"

Love through these vessels.
       
     
Love through these vessels.

2015
Digital Print
8"x 10"
 

As we lay drifting.
       
     
As we lay drifting.

2015
Digital Print
12" x 9"

Tiptoeing
       
     
Tiptoeing

2015
Digital Print
12" x 9"

Fog of my eye.
       
     
Fog of my eye.

2015
Digital Print
12" x 9"

So that we might glow
       
     
So that we might glow

2015
Digital Print
12" x 9"

Fill a bucket with the currency of the sea.
       
     
Fill a bucket with the currency of the sea.

2016
Ink, pencil, marker on Duralar,
47.5” x 37.5”

From Marine Ave to the Eighty-sixth st.
       
     
From Marine Ave to the Eighty-sixth st.

2012-2016
Acrylic, Pencil, ink, on Duralar
76”x 62”

Seventy-five acres and the second highest hill in all the land.
       
     
Seventy-five acres and the second highest hill in all the land.

2016
ink, pencil, marker on Duralar
57” x 50”