Writhing, bubbling and twisting in the garden of Eden. Grabbing the snake and pulling him off the tree.
Wishing, however briefly, to forestall the self consciousness that accompanied the fall from grace. Refusing to wear pants.
Growing Out of Body
Sometimes I can feel myself expanding, ballooning up to the ceiling to fill a room. I suppose it is my astral body working itself out. I tired to sculpt what that feels like.
The small hand is of the grounded physical body while the ghostly body is moving outward, through the walls, above the tree tops.
This is How it Feels to Me
This is how she looks, not from a distance, but from a feeling point of view, with my eyes closed. Feelings and images blossom in my mind. Hot spots of intensity well up into flowers.
Erotic Flower #1
I made a flower with smeared sensuality, like it was pushed up against the wall and kissed with passion.
Erotic Flower #2
I made this after a Karl Blossfeldt photo. He did beautiful minimalist studies of plant forms.
This one feels so sexy to me. I don't want to explain it.
Tides Rising and Falling
Rising and falling, bedraggled by seaweed and a heavy soaking dress. Lifted by moon and waves. Tides dropping and receding. Back and forth. Breathe in and out.
Thinking About Her Beautiful Legs
Memory becomes vague. Shapes merge in the blurry distant past. Thinking about her legs while staring at a sea shell in my hand. Remembering the energy in her thighs, calf muscles balancing on a boulder. All of it swirling into the air.
Every Single Thing is Born
Atoms swirl into existence. Spirit gives us life.
Sunrise and Sunset Touching
Sunrise and Sunset are on opposite ends of a time circle. What happens if the two could meet? It would be a spectacular ice cream sundae of light. The magnificent meeting of two lovers, united in the sky, finally.
Flowers at night with Sun
Night and day, darkness and light. All of it happening at once.