Response to Vernon Fisher's "Stick Chart Navigation"

your words burn through me:
sometimes cleanly,
leaving no remnants of my prior self
other times rough and jagged
merely marking my flesh
announcing your presence
regardless,
i am forever changed
branded with your thoughts

no longer am i beautiful and serene.













close up of another work, for purposes of showing detail of words.

Response to Matthew Ritchie's "The Idea of Cities" (Dallas Museum of Art)

out of nothing something

out of chaos nature

out of nature structure

out of structure chaos

out of something nothing

Response to Richard Avedon's "Debbie McClendon, carney, Thermopolis, Wyoming"

debbie always saw
that greener grass on the other side
and yearned for it

when she looked around
her home town
she saw limitations

beyond the city
the outside world held
possibilites

so she left
for a more exciting life
as a carney

bright lights
a new city each night
but

the days are long
the work is hard
she misses home

she thinks back and sees
no bad memories of the past

only green grass

Response to Robert Delaunay's "Eiffel Tower" (Dallas Museum of Art)

soaring above the tower
stuck in a single moment
geometric color fields
fall apart
unfinished lines
curve and
disappear
structure and nature
deconstructing
flattening
becoming
one.

Response to Gabriel Dawe’s Plexus 4 (Dallas Contemporary)

small
thin
fragile
just
one
insignificant
thread
amongst
millions
weaved
together
to
construct
the
social
fabric

Response to David Clemons’, “The Trees We Construct to Conceal Our Strange Fruit”

VESSEL

I am a strong vessel

capable of holding liquids

of extreme temperatures,

but not to the rest of the world.

They see me as a fragile

transparent shell.

They see me as delicate

with flimsy

beautiful details,

as a woman should be.

But I am strong and can withstand

things they could never imagine.

My surface is shiny

and reflective.

When they peer through

my revealing outer shell

to see what’s beneath,

they still only see

a twisted reflection

of themselves.

They don’t really want to see me,

they only want to see themselves.

They don’t want to see my strength

because that is not what they want me to be.

So I play into their game

and show them

what they expect to see

so that they will be satisfied,

but I know

what I really am

and what I’m really capable of.

my love affair with art

our love affair
was once
romantic
indulgent
lustful
but not now.
i’ve grown up
i’m a wife
mother
student
worker
i have responsibilities now.
our love affair
has dwindled
and i fear
we are barely friends
merely acquaintances.
i am guilty
of forsaking you
and
putting on a show
feigning interest
so
i am reclaiming
our love
and
establishing a new devotion
to you.