In the current climate of alternative facts and fake news, fact vs. fiction seems to always be a part of any debate. This has me fixated on facts—how they are determined, expressed, disseminated, you name it. When it comes… Continue Reading
It’s Complicated An assemblage of opposing little lines—hyphens, dashes, minuses, backslashes and underscores arranged into a chevron or the slightly more intricate herringbone of an ascending and descending set of stairs, a veritable Escher etching. Against a current going both… Continue Reading
Angel Angel was Lionel’s child bride. Her skin was brown on brown, draped in clothes that were handmade, with brown beads and wooden cross around her throat. If she had stayed on her island, she’d have been carrying jugs of… Continue Reading
My natural charm here it is and all: it’s Friday and a girl in a shop smiled at me today but for some reason that charm won’t chase the feeling of something more. I’m back in Dublin again, no more… Continue Reading
A Styrofoam cup skips down Jackson Boulevard followed by The Chicago Reader, a choreographed separation of pages. The top floors of Willis Tower sway slightly. On the lake, waves rock small boats. At sidewalk cafés on Printers Row, napkins rise… Continue Reading
Sofia in 1993 I only have my time, I know my rights. Cool, cool are the sun-baked streets, shady is the hot city. Untitled I was living in an ancient city. The city had disappeared, only spring remained. … Continue Reading
Index Where in the manual of life— ———–given piecemeal, as demand demands ———–unfurled like a sheet to settle off-kilter onto some bed of experience —does it advise as to the intricacies of expression? in order to ascertain an approximate answer… Continue Reading
I draw and paint, plein air and in-studio works, public figurative statuary for my art series, the Anna Pierrepont Series. The images are often combined with words into pictorial essays that explore the traumatic and often violent erasure of collective… Continue Reading