


Mending
Tying, wrapping, binding stitching together what was coming apart. What is now weak short useless fallen by the wayside forgotten run over discarded lost to value nothing. Gathering unlikely pieces to make great again. Knots become beautiful in their weariness. Signs of men making lives tying purpose together to hold promise against all odds of wind and sea and storm. It is worth the care of mending what once served great acts of being.15”(w) x 20”(l) x 6”(d)
In The Balance
Ropes unraveled, cut, and broken. Once so strong you tied a ship to shore. I look to find the feminine in you. How will you face the wind now that you have softened? I tangle inside your tangle and find warmth, where once you were cold, strong and hard. Can you hear the song of the sea in your life threads? Does the taste of salt linger on your breath of memory, held tight to shore, coaxed by sea and tide and weather to cut lose and sail? Return to shore and keep me from the cold the salt, the wet. And tell me your stories of battles fought. I will listen and find in you, me.15”(w) x 20”(l) x 6”(d)
Ring Around
How my body nestles into yours like it was made that way. The three the two the one bending and swaying twisting stronger as one. The ring that once tied the knot rusts still a ring still surrounding us.15”(w) x 20”(l) x 6”(d)