Sunday, January 31, 2016

nowhere but here

A ruin in the wilderness
the tall grasses bending
a chirp and a rumbling train far away 
I have nowhere to be
but here.

Friday, January 29, 2016

the underbelly

the underbelly
watersoluble graphite on paper, 18x24", 2013

Like a magpie, I collect
unlikely treasures 
the electric tower against the sky
the unpainted building
the abandoned railway station.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

silent, empty and wild

On the silent mountain
the snow
embracing the wind.

It's been snowing incessantly since yesterday. Outside, the snow is piling up into interesting shapes and the wind is blowing the powdery snow in every direction. The snow has created a hush, a dampening of sound. This makes me think of snow capped mountains, where there is no one. Only the wind blows, and the snow gives this invisible wind a dimension. I am thinking of the emptiness and wilderness. I am thinking of the vastness that puts one's life into perspective. There will always be (I hope) places like that - silent, empty and wild.