You are the child, you have no choice.

•March 6, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Your creators are at war and always have been.

Involuntarily complicit, learn about a crime after it happens.

Seem oblivious enough, graduate to planning.

Learn to love violence, lie like breathing.

Come from disaster, expect as much from this world.

Yet, gorgeous defiance uncurls in unending lengths of black plumage.

As smoke pours through brick, soot covers all our shed skin cells.

It will buck us all from its back before it allows us to ride it to ruin.


Just bring me back her head.

•January 6, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Burned down, even dead, you seep like water into the ground.

Those who lit the match will not know you survived.

Live on surrounding them, above and below.

Taste that power and remember.adtly3

Same time tomorrow

•August 27, 2016 • Leave a Comment

A tendril in the dark is clutching.

Licking the air, feeling for cracks to tongue.

What is the nicest viper in the pit capable of?

Ask yourself that question

Bloody Mary-style in the bathroom mirror.

If you are the best of the worst, what does that make you?

You’ll stare into your own eyes for a very long time.

You’ll see no answers there.20160720_064349


Blood on the leaves and blood at the root

•July 8, 2016 • Leave a Comment

When I was 15, I saw Crossroads/Fertile Ground by Alison Saar at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts:


Untitled (from Crossroads installation) Photo by Katherine Wetzel

I don’t recall if I had seen an installation or knew that was what I was seeing, but this collection of work and the way it was staged changed me. The work dominated the space, but in a kind of gentle way. I had never felt surrounded, cornered, or embraced the way I did in the presence of Alison’s sculptures, nor had I been able to hear, smell, and experience art the way I did that day. Such was the effect of the experience, I drew a diagram of the installations in my notebook:

Notebook Pic 1994


The Fire sculpture (far right) had a heart like a coal stove, complete with crackling sound and heat. I had never seen work that incorporated the senses the way this did:


View of Crossroads installation at VMFA in 1993 – Photo by Ann Hutchinson



To be inside her created environment was astounding, heartbreaking and raw. I have always had a fondness for working with found objects because I believe they are loaded with information and energy. Alison’s use of such objects gives the pieces an extra dimension and weight. I can feel the history, the passage of time, the wear of life. The experience of Crossroads/Fertile Ground has driven my own installation work. Alison Saar continues to move, inspire, and devastate me:



Rouse, 2012 – Photo by Chris Warner

The tip of the iceberg:

The truth is worse than you could possibly imagine

•June 14, 2016 • Leave a Comment

Too long now

and late

for mourning.

Get now that

empty basket

and fill it.


This spark will wake up your skin.

•May 11, 2016 • Leave a Comment

An altered picture of my newest puppet.  It was created during the Generator Maker in Residence program and was inspired by the song “No Love” by Death Grips. Pretty much walked out of the music fully formed.  It will be on display (along with the other work produced during the residency) at Generator Maker Space in Burlington, VT through June.


Been done with tame.

•April 6, 2016 • Leave a Comment

It comes for me still.

Just over my shoulder.



Too bad, your suffering wasn’t pretty enough

And you had to destruct in private.

You’ll take what’s on the table because you are a dying star.


I will rebel as long as you punish.

I may never see my own face,

But I’ve seen all of yours.