ARTIST STATEMENT: My artwork focuses on the concepts of industrialization, beauty and immortality. I examine and deconstruct the effects of industrialization with pre-industrial materials and techniques such as a hammer and chisel for… Continue reading
I. Imagine me sitting at a chipped laminate table, an old farm house. Legs slouched open under gray skirt. This morning I wasn’t even sad. Imagine me sitting there as door to the living room bangs… Continue reading
“Open the Ground” “River So Wide” “I’m Done Dressing Up” *** Girls in Trouble is an ongoing indie-folk/art-pop song cycle by poet, singer, songwriter and violinist Alicia Jo Rabins. With this project, Alicia… Continue reading
The river swells, takes on the color of arsenic and churning foam. Near the bank, there is a raft of ducks who pay the swell no mind; they gaze at me as though… Continue reading
Imaginings in the Garden i. The Preparation Plow and I turn up the bone-dust and skin-rot of my own dead kin. Like breathing the theft of air in my lungs and blood On… Continue reading
Grounding Her nightly walks began in June. The evening stars split the sky like white stigmata across the night. The air held still and cool and she looked for god in each step.… Continue reading
STATEMENT: HOW THE PAPER MASTERS CAME TO BE I work in the digital film medium. Classic film looks great but it takes a lot more energy and/or money to do. Video gives you… Continue reading
Last month, I felt like I looked old and unattractive, but this month, I feel like I look like a young attractive snake. I know some people wouldn’t insert the words “young” and… Continue reading
Woke at 5 a.m. to take a neighbor to cataract surgery Dropped her off went to find a McDonald’s with Wi-Fi but found none between here and the Front Range just a Jack-in-the… Continue reading
Though Smith Family Tidbits sat on the closet shelf for years, that day—for whatever reason—it caught my eye. Its crumpled and folded pages, some ripped from the three-ring binder and pressed together at… Continue reading
I The sidewalks are whittled down to thinned-out corridors that taper off and dip hackles into asphalt — ideal for sidling, smooth enough that they may as well be road themselves: I might… Continue reading
1. Sweet hooky from potluck and hymnsing to trudge new snow into the gully, end of the glacier’s run. Under two miles of ice the land bowed, sprang in slow spring, is still… Continue reading
He had spent his life hunting typos with the kind of fervor one normally reserves for ferreting out Nazi war criminals. When his daughter found him lying face down in a stack of… Continue reading