i haven’t often written down what my scripted paintings say, and i don’t often explain them very much either. Something i’ve always held on to in these series has been their ambiguity, the ability for people to read into the images their own story, their own narrative. And the correlating problem is this: people still want to know “What does it say??”

Recently, though, i’ve been enjoying using prose or poetry as a counterpoint to a few of my images, and using that as a launching point for conversation. Some of the writing is simply paired with images, and sometimes it’s acting as my muse.

Today i’ll leave you with two: the first is untitled, the second is ‘lost at sea’

Somewhere between
The world you see and me,
So far between
Here and there
Lie depths that I still plumb
to find a floor,
a resting place

Had you heard those siren songs
What it was that has gone wrong?
Could I see that space?
Could that be the place?
I lost you in a sea
Far gone from here
And memory washes up in waves
The shipwreck of a time I loved
In vain

Somewhere between
The world you see and me,
So far between
Here and there,
I lost you to a melancholy
fluid indecision
Freedom on a dizzy mission
Drifting on a whitecap hope -
A madcap scope of life to come
With roving dreams
casting nets
to catch a song i could not sing