This new series of work comes from a discovery I made when I limited myself to using a 1.25 inch wide metal pen at 0 degrees or on the corner. I love pattern and line. I was writing from this poem:
My friend, the poet,
asked me what I was doing.
I said, you know,
the visual form of mumbling,
the verbal version of stumbling.
Leaving my hands to their own devices,
closing my eyes, transforming vices
into color and verse,
this work is my prayer.
This Work, L Doctor
|Title||My Friend, the Poet|
|Place of Publication||Prospect, KY|
|Medium/ Materials||Sumi ink and gouache on paper.|