I LOVE RED

I LOVE RED

I LOVE RED. ALL. DAY. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.

In the article, “The History of the Color Red,” we learn about some of the history of red. And, if you really want to go deep, then get a copy of ‘Red: The History of a Color.” I can’t seem to help myself, so a lot of my current works seem to end up red, or gold or both. I haven’t yet figured out why I am in love with red, but I love red so much that I just don’t care why…it brings me too much joy. I even collect red images, just for fun.

Praise Song for the Day

Praise Song for the Day

A Poem for Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration

 
Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
 
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
 
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
 
Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
 
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.
 
We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.
 
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.
 
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
 
Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
 
picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
 
Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
 
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?
 
Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
 
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
 
praise song for walking forward in that light.
Forgotten Wood, Homemade Hardware, and Loose Variances

Forgotten Wood, Homemade Hardware, and Loose Variances

During the COVID-19 pandemic and lockdown, I’ve been using up all my scrap wood and hardware. Often, a single piece of sculpture will consist of dozens, even hundreds of scraps. It’s a time that is soaked in fear, so my work focusing on love is amping up… the only way I know how to respond. Here are few snapshots of works in progress…

LOVE IS OF THE ESSENCE – read more here. Made entirely from scraps.

RADIATE PERPETUAL LOVE – Read more here – cover for my book Radiate Perpetual Love and next show of the same name. This piece is made of scraps of cherry wood gifted to me by Fritz Beyerlein.

BY THE DIVINE POWER OF LOVE ALL NATURE BECOMES RENEWED. – lighted sculpture – work in progres – more info here.

TAKING LOVE INTO OUR OWN HANDS. Made entirely from scraps. Illuminated sculpture.

Time Travel Meditation

Time Travel Meditation

Time Travel Meditation

I am honored to serve on the founding board of directors of The Institute for Love and Time (TILT). One of TILT’s first offerings is a Hope Intervention series led by TILT Executive Director Julia Mossbridge, PhD along with Michael Sapiro, PsyD.

Click here or the image above to download a free 7-minute time travel meditation, created by team member and clinical psychologist Dr. Michael Sapiro.

The science behind this meditation is discussed in an OpEd piece about the science of hope, written by Dr. Julia Mossbridge and Dr. Laura Nissen.