The Roots of Awareness

The Roots of Awareness

The Roots of Awareness In each of us, There are faces hidden, Yet to be seen, Yet to be justified,Moment to moment, Joy, fear, beauty, suffering, cruelty, —Phylogenetic forcesRooted in entropy’s temporary defeats. The drive to survive. Emergence of the other, then of...
Doorway?

Doorway?

Doorway? Perhaps this is the memory of a doorway, or the sound of rain and the morning mist infused with light, or your departure and absence. Or perhaps this is about the nesting of the days, and how one fits into the other, and in the stretching of time and space,...
Echoes of Another Life

Echoes of Another Life

Echoes of Another Life Emerging in this liminal space,A boundless before-time.A floor, a doorway, a face.Echoes of another life.The entanglement of memories,Dreams of the flesh, Moments endingIn a dimming light. 2024, ICM, AI, Photo-Composite, Canandaigua ​...
Final Fool

Final Fool

Final Fool “El sutil comepiedras,” The Subtle Stone Eater. An ironic title for this bronze and obsidian sculpture by Jonás Gutiérrez on Puerto Vallarta’s Malecón? Is this an allegory for fruitless and unrestrained consumption? Dissipation heedless of the costs? Is...
Sealed Doorways

Sealed Doorways

Sealed Doorways In the human wrist is the hand enslaved by vanity. This Aztec obeisance chiseled centuries ago —Ihíio, Itlátol, His Breath, His Word— Now muzzled in stone, a doorway sealed. And of those still bound to the light? Those in the war against darkness,...