(detail)
from my newest drawings and interdisciplinary work referencing simplicity and clarity - Primary Platonic.
This is a retro-self portrait. Myself when an infant, wrapped tightly in primary colors and platonic shapes - the most basic and simple elements of form and color.
This is part of an exercise with my artwork to meditate on basic self-understanding and self-knowledge while putting intention toward simpler and clearer thinking and experience.
Monday, May 6, 2013
newest
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Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Tinnient Campana... public.
Completed throughout last summer, installed in 2 exhibitions last Fall and installed early January 2013 in Russel Christopher Hair Salon - Tinnient Campana.
This sculptural installation of 99 bells engages the viewer's own sensory knowledge and curiosity. To engage a bell is intuitive despite the Bell's ongoing antiquity and gradual obsoletion.
The spatial relationship one has when near a bell is often magnetic as we are drawn to hear its tone and resonance. Each bell is completely unique and offers the classically peaceful experience of hearing sound and feeling subtle vibration.
So thankful to Russ and Shannon to have this lovely black wall to install these bells.
Visit the salon to see the installation at 3221 E. Colfax Ave. Denver, CO 80206.
Tinnient Campana is available for purchase; if interested, please inquire.
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The spatial relationship one has when near a bell is often magnetic as we are drawn to hear its tone and resonance. Each bell is completely unique and offers the classically peaceful experience of hearing sound and feeling subtle vibration.
So thankful to Russ and Shannon to have this lovely black wall to install these bells. Visit the salon to see the installation at 3221 E. Colfax Ave. Denver, CO 80206.
Tinnient Campana is available for purchase; if interested, please inquire.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
people working together

Catalonia, Spain - human towers made for the Concurs de Castells (Competition of Castles) held every 2 years.
Christian and I saw a few groups building these human castles when we were in Barcelona in 2009. It was an inspiring day in the streets - we stumbled upon a street festival (not the first time!) where we witnessed this courage, strength, trust and bondedness.
See the rest of the photos and a bit more story on Bored Panda.
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Monday, March 25, 2013
gratitude
Today I received this treasure of a book from my dear friend Aris Gorges. Aris' apprehending awareness for my art work and philosophy and his impeccable timing by sending this gift - soul stirring.
For Aris, for Agnes: gratitude.
For Aris, for Agnes: gratitude.
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Saturday, March 16, 2013
moment momentum
Drawing for my Dad titled Moment Momentum. (click on it to see it larger)
My Dad's leaving in about one week to hike the Appalachian Trail (a.k.a. The AT). The trail has been measured as 2,180 miles and runs from Springer Mountain in northern Georgia to Mount Katahdin in N. central Maine. He planned to walk it last year and got 8 days in before a bone spur in his heel stopped him in his tracks. This year has been a year of healing and he's decided (again) to hike the trail. I am very proud of him and imagine that the experience may be profound (profoundly difficult, profoundly beautiful, profoundly boring... who knows but those who've walked the trail?).
During the summer when I was growing up, I used to hike little sections of the AT, day hikes, with my Dad. One of his two side-kicks on the trail (my twin sister Erin the other), we spent glorious hours in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. I remember the smells of earth, pine, mountain springs, I remember the routes of repeat hikes, the overlooks, the waterfalls, and the wildlife. We would ride home in Dad's truck, scuffed, dirty, tired and happy. When in college, I ventured on longer hikes and sometimes several days on the AT. I no longer live on the East coast, but I often conjure memories of those beautiful, soulful places.
I'm imagining my Dad in those places. My heart is full of love and wishes for health and fulfillment for him on this trip.
I sent this tiny drawing to him today as a talisman for my wishes and my love during his long walk.
My Dad's leaving in about one week to hike the Appalachian Trail (a.k.a. The AT). The trail has been measured as 2,180 miles and runs from Springer Mountain in northern Georgia to Mount Katahdin in N. central Maine. He planned to walk it last year and got 8 days in before a bone spur in his heel stopped him in his tracks. This year has been a year of healing and he's decided (again) to hike the trail. I am very proud of him and imagine that the experience may be profound (profoundly difficult, profoundly beautiful, profoundly boring... who knows but those who've walked the trail?).
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| hiking with Dad and Erin ca. 1988 |
During the summer when I was growing up, I used to hike little sections of the AT, day hikes, with my Dad. One of his two side-kicks on the trail (my twin sister Erin the other), we spent glorious hours in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. I remember the smells of earth, pine, mountain springs, I remember the routes of repeat hikes, the overlooks, the waterfalls, and the wildlife. We would ride home in Dad's truck, scuffed, dirty, tired and happy. When in college, I ventured on longer hikes and sometimes several days on the AT. I no longer live on the East coast, but I often conjure memories of those beautiful, soulful places.
I'm imagining my Dad in those places. My heart is full of love and wishes for health and fulfillment for him on this trip.
I sent this tiny drawing to him today as a talisman for my wishes and my love during his long walk.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
this we have now
This we have now
is not imagination
This is not
grief nor joy.
Not a judging state,
nor an elation,
nor a sadness,
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.
-Rumi
Remembering 10.10.10, and remembering our wishes for our lives and our love.
[Again and again, however we know the landscape of love]
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
is not imagination
This is not
grief nor joy.
Not a judging state,
nor an elation,
nor a sadness,
Those come and go.
This is the presence that doesn't.
-Rumi
Remembering 10.10.10, and remembering our wishes for our lives and our love.
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| Landscape of Love, 10.10.10, photo: Charlie Smith - Awen productions |
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
Monday, March 4, 2013
new to the collection
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| Currency Andrew Speer, oil and acrylic on linen, 16" x 20" |
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