the work

Saturday, July 22, 2023

The Wandering Hearts

I've always been about the heart. It's depth and complexity. It's resilience and, yes, even it's darkness.

I've been making badges for years.

Here's some history.

These are 5.25x4 inches. Nice size for a shoulder, I intended these as patches to be added to garments or bags.

My own dirty threads are stitched onto a single layer of light denim or medium-weight linen.

No iron-on gunk so you'll have to stitch them on yourself. I used 12wt cotton invisible stitches to turn the edges and it sinks right into the embroidery.

$24.00 each including postage inside the US. email me if you want one. Making them is so satisfying.

update soon

Monday, June 27, 2022

Sunday, June 26, 2022

The bruised heart 2020

16x20 permanently mounted on stretched canvas 500.00

Savage Land

18x24 permanently mounted to canvas 2020 650.00

Tuesday, September 22, 2020

"Grand Rêver"

"Grand Rêver" 29X27 2012 800.00

The biggest and last of the series. Some history here, here, and here.

some details:

Saturday, December 02, 2017

the All Seeing Eye

the All-Seeing Eye 2012 14.4x14 unmounted 250.00

Friday, December 01, 2017

The Stars out of Place

2010 19x17 unmounted 250.00

"The Stars out of Place" was finished in the spring of 2010. It was inspired by a nightmare, the kind that is so real that you wake up in a cold sweat gasping for air.

I was almost nine when Sputnik was launched and we had a neighbor who let us lie on the roof of their screen porch at night and watch that tin star crawl across the night sky while we bounced back and forth between AM radio bands listening to Murry the K or Scott Muni.

It all seemed pretty benign to me and I didn't understand how some adults perceived this to be some kind of threat from the Russians. That all became clear to me after I read "Hiroshima" later that year. That damn book sure took all the fun out of Godzilla.

Still, I became a night sky watcher for the beauty of it and became intimately familiar with the locations of the heavenly bodies and the names of all the constellations. Total immersion in the Zodiac soon followed.

In my nightmare, I went outside on a crisp winter evening and looked up to find the stars all jumbled and the moon full and leering, too close, in the wrong quarter of the sky and shedding wisps of pink poisonous-looking gases. The air was too thin and tasted metallic. I closed my eyes so hard they hurt, woke up in sudden disorientation, and willed myself awake for the rest of a long night. Despite my best efforts to forget, it was a keeper.