Monday, October 19, 2009

'stones, bones and a pocketful of storm clouds' works on paper and linen


Then the rib which the Lord God had taken from the man;
He made into a woman and He brought her to the man.
And Adam said "This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh;"


I cannot love for all I've ever loved is you;
you have consumed my heart.


My mind may lose its force;
My blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain,
But there is that within me which shall tire
Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire


my end has come;
it will wash me away from myself


Love is as strong as death,
as hard as Hell.
Death separates the soul from the body,
but Love separates all things from the soul.