Even the Leaves Dance

It really does seem as though everything I've been doing in the last couple of years is somehow synthesizing in my art right now. These pieces are truly mixed media--this one has collage, paint, pencil, pastels, watercolos, and colored pencils--and is totally intuitive in that I start by writing a phrase (either from my head or from some of my found poetry) and then just start putting paint and collage materials together--No plan or pre-sketching. I'm including more of my own drawings, and adding not only physical texture (torn and braille paper) but also drawn texture with some zentangle-inspired patterns...

Feels like things are really coming together...

Another grungy piece--the head is a transfer and the text reads

give your saddest face
to another
take off your mask
leaving nothing

More Found Poetry...

...in one of my altered books I've been working on. I may add some decorative edge on the left of the page; haven't decided yet.

TERRITORIAL WATERS

control yourself.

range fearless,

living in the world;

sense the vastness of 

the invisible

(an infinite place)

command respect,

reject hindrances.

evil fate moves a heavy pendulum, child,

betrayed by a fairy tale.