Forests have been my playground since birth. My sculpture and paintings reflect my exploration of metaphors through the use of trees and naturally occurring elements. Consequently, many sculptures change with time. The decomposition captures paradoxes, including: formalism and fragility, permanence and impermanence, and nature and nurture. These themes can be echoed through written words, as well.
like hips in the Alabama sun
back and forth
girth to birth
heat radiating from ochre mines
burying seeds and
they dig and dig and dig.
Water's a gem here,
ripening the chubby magnolia and white ash til
summer's fingertips press
deep on Earth's pottery wheel
churning seedling into sapling.
Right past Caleb’s cotton fields, dusty
White clouds turn auburn soil into candy canes.
Clifford Hubbard’s grilling shoulder,
frying hush puppies luring me their way.
I’m traversing a shuck and hull hexagon maze
Midsummer giants lurking, unfurling sage striped leaves round my waist
Forcing a do-si-do that flings
me like a fly fisherman casting line towards the horizon.
Refusing to exhale, my cadence returns
Left [ ]right
Left [ ]right
Pebbles shape the road’s gully to the Lord’s river laces,
And I follow so many that my path resembles a Mondrian terrain map from above,
Ninety degree angles of compartmentalization tied pretty.
My hopscotch board catapults past contour lines,
Archival framework like Pompeii ruins,
Where ash laden figurines rest.
Sterile untouched unclaimed reclaimed
Reckoned syrup skies outrunning my words
My waist curving
Like the corner spiderweb arching in August air.
There’s the left hook of God’s elbow pointing
Home, but [ ]
And [ ] and all I see is