Sacred Vessel

Magdalene, Memorial Gallery Rochester, NY
Magdalene, Memorial Gallery Rochester, NY


Am I looking in the right places?
Fragments of you scattered
across blank pages
and left in empty rooms.

I’m searching for you
in the shelves of libraries,
and in the silent shadows
of abandoned cemeteries.

I swear I hear you,
when I’m walking away
quickly from the crowd,
and in the dark of my room.

At times I feel you,
lovesick and tender;
broken by the plot line or
made full by the act of kindness.

I’m alone with you now
in the quiet galleries,
beneath the goddess
showing me the way.

Weathered finger pointing
to the seat of your throne,
close to my core and
surrounding all I am.


Imminent Flight


Wingless and alone,
walking blindly
into the unknown.
Mute and missing
the music of birdsong.

Staring into the storm,
there is alluring space
between the rain clouds
and the mist, and
the darkness on your face.

No place left to go,
you walk corridors
of forgotten institutions;
archaic knowledge littering
walls that resemble your flesh.

Your true journey
is within the scarred chambers
of a tenacious heart
that beats in time
with your anxious mind.

You stand quaking,
ancient memories beckon.
No one guards the open doors,
but you feel the heat
of a dragon’s tongue.

The air burns brighter,
dryer than the storm’s grey face;
flaying your skin
as you shift into shadow,
moving towards grace.

Cocooned and shrouded,
closer to your truth,
wrapped up in darkness
it’s impossible to see
your imminent flight.



I Am


“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”
― Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar

Working on my self portrait for my creativity class, I decided to use this quote from The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath. The words, reflected in my glasses, are a reflection of the tenacity of the spirit.
“I Am.”
Many may wonder why I used these words as a representation of myself.

Sylvia’s thinly-veiled autobiographical story of her own coming of age factored as a large inspiration to me when I was a young woman. I found so many things in those pages that moved me; validating the things I felt, and helping me to identify the nature of what I came to understand later as my own depression.
Her words were very real. An unapologetic voice into a world that, at the time, kept the depression of young people tucked away in quiet hospitals masked as places to “get some rest”.
I needed to hear that voice at that time. It was a time of confusion, anger, angst, and sadness. I found the truest refuge from pain in words and books, and they helped me faced the demons I struggled with from day to day. Without the outlet of reading and writing, of art and photography, I may have found the demons much harder to face.

Reflecting on who I was, and how it shaped who I have become, I came to the quote above, and decided to included it with my painting. The heartbeat that moves me ever forwards, through dark nights of the soul, and even days of melancholy, will always echo, “I Am”.

Your Mad Girls Love Song
brought me to
my knees.
A young poet
so strikingly similar
in sentiment,
so very Honest
in the way
you represent
The very
of youth’s
you were never afraid
to show it’s grey shadow,
to speak
with a teenager’s
about the
of the world around you.
I grasped at
the poems
and pages
like lifelines in my
own solitude.
You made it real
and vanquished it
with steel-tipped prose.



Here is London (She makes art, too?)

“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
― Thomas MertonNo Man Is an Island


This collage is made primarily from my photos of my London trip in November of last year.(Sorry about the copy quality.)  I assembled this for my Creativity class assignment that required us to illustrate a word that would make us understand it’s essence or meaning.
Because I’m old school, and definitely not a savvy student of computer design programs, this piece is done using cut and assemble techniques shown to me by my friend Steve. (Thanks Steve!)

X-acto Blades, images, and painters medium are part of the matrix of my happy place.