In the beginning

Canvas print and related video piece. A visual meditation on the first words in St John’s account of the incarnation.

The Wasp

The wasp on my window, Knowing the sky is there, Though seen, not experienced. Small sharp stabs of flight. He could settle for this, Call this reality, climbing Up and down the pane, A two dimensional life. Near the top, a two inch bar Of PVC between him And the great wide open spaces of… Continue reading The Wasp

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