"The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving."
Oscar Wilde
"Where there is ruin, there is hope for a treasure."
THE WORDS: snippets i've read, overheard, or realized- each one adding another facet to my understanding of life
THE IMAGES: snapshots or my collage paintings on wood panel, these are an ongoing response to things i see and feel, they involve layers, erosion, and chance and allow for more spontaneity than my large sculptural works.
click on the image and you get a giant detailed version. if you want to view all the images alone, click on 'image' in the list of keywords below.