8′ x 4′
Charcoal
2011
Pied Piper
11″ x 14″
Oil on Panel
2010
“Come in!” — the Mayor cried, looking bigger
And in did come the strangest figure!
His queer long coat from heel to head
Was half of yellow and half of red,
And he himself was tall and thin,
With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin,
And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin
No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin,
But lips where smile went out and in;
There was no guessing his kith and kin:
And nobody could enough admire
The tall man and his quaint attire.
Quoth one: “It’s as my great-grandsire,
“Starting up at the Trump of Doom’s tone,
“Had walked this way from his painted tombstone!”
-”The Pied Piper of Hamelin,” Robert Browning
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair
8″ x 10″
Oil on Panel
2010
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair– Lean on a garden urn– Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair– Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise– Fling them to the ground and turn With a fugitive resentment in your eyes: But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.-”La Figlia che Piange,” T.S. Eliot
Dreaming Spires
11″ x 14″
Oil on Panel
2009
This winter-eve is warm, Humid the air! leafless, yet soft as spring, The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty’s heightening“Thyrsis: A Monody,” Mathew Arnold
