Category: Abstract

The morning of fall

The very air reeks of rotting stonein between tar and decrepit homeThe heat but a memory lost and thrownEvery breath of wind a has a mind of its own Watching the sun break the...

The lion token

This drawing inspires me every time I look at it. The process going in was so vague, the idea was formless. It had a feeling and motion to it, but no image or words....

Tears of salt

Sweat these tears of saltThe result of many years assaultBurn through bone breathing outEveryday a rebound, a renewed boutForever living a fighting scout Running towards a daily fightPerforming at peak a mighty sightDefeat the...

The city of clay

The grand scale of such a placeEchos racing across this vast spaceThe empty sound betraying the shapeDrawn out dry while holding a great faceStanding tall and proud, facing the great escape Each side listening...