"The eyes are organs of asking..."


"To see is to forget the name of the thing one sees.."


"It is not one image I seek, but the marvelous group of all possible images."


-Paul Valery



Full fathom five thy mother lies;

Of her bones are coral made

Those are pearls that were her eyes:

Nothing of her that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange....



The Tempest

Though I have used collage incorporating newspaper  elements for a long time, digital collage is fairly new to me. High tech (the amazing technology of the world-wide-web and Photoshop manipulation) meets low-tech (the relative blur of digital printing, hand techniques of ironing melted beeswax into rice paper.) One has access to an enormous range of imagery, from Giotto, Bellini, and Michelangelo, to an anyonomous soldier's image down-loaded from a soft-porn site. This is the world in which we have been increasingly submerged since the dawn of photography and the ability to print reproductions, since the ability to transmit images instantaneously via television and the computer. To wade through this and create meaning again, to honor, resacramentalize the discarded dead, is the purpose of this current work. Reproductions of these pages in hand made book form are available in a signed, limited edition of 25 on archival paper, with the text on vellum overlays. The entire book costs $175. Hopefully if this is printed in commercial form in a larger edition it can be made available for a fraction of the cost.
[The following pages are available in a hand made accordian style book, printed on archival paper in a signed, limited edition of 25. The price of each book is $175.00.]

ARTIST'S THEATER is a fusion of painting, sculpture and theater with political concern. By moving out of the marketplace where art and life have become commodities to be bought and sold, a setting is created for the community where the symbolic can again be a means for questioning and change.

Her environment is accessibel and immediate, haunting yet hopeful. The viewer, surrounded by the objects, silently hears the space speak. As we walk under the large, protective tent, where children's shirts turn like small scarecrows, angels, or crucifixes over the ashen or greening earth, we realize our roles as actors, not audience, and hopefully take on the responsibility of ensuring the stories fruitful ending.