Ink on Organic Paper
Painted with traditional Chinese ink, watercolor and graphite on raw edge organic papers, this series is meant to evoke the transience of human life upon an ancient and enduring world.
Mountain People (by the Mountains)
Time and weather carve you too. I knew the sun also, put that smile on your sunburnt skin, as it danced across the sheer rock faces of mine. I knew the sunflowers in your meadows, skip through you like you do in summertime. I knew the wind and the snow that pulls you slowly to the ground, erodes everything that you believed was strongest. I knew what it was to sit in the valleys as pieces of what I thought that I could become. I knew what it was like to blow in the wind, surrender myself to the weather I was creating, and become a part of the sky itself for a while. You and I, we have nothing to live for. And that is what makes us most alive.
The Mountains (by A Mountain Person) Solidity. The sun stains your granite walls in colors of reds and yellows, And falls back behind your shadows as the night overtakes us. But you. You remain the same. The wind is a sculptor, although I never see it working, despite the fact I know he is carving your beauty with the fiercest knife. But to me. You remain the same. The snow falls, blindfolding your daring eyes, and I see nothing but pearly white as you become a piece of the storming sky. But you. You remain the same. The time washes us both away, and the entire world falls so silent. But I hear you whistle joyously as you run down through the canyons. Because to me. You remain the same. Shifting. I am standing in the valleys, overcome with what looms above me. A warrior of world, nothing could defeat you, but as I turn the corner, you cower instead beneath your shield, no longer standing tall. From here, you are moving. I am standing on the summits, and the way the ridges and waterfalls Seem to trip and fall in love with little landscapes below us, and you Don’t seem nearly the soldier you seemed before, but hopelessly romantic. From here, you are another. I am standing with a world as it collides and coalesces with another, I am struck by how all my colors, seem so differently from here, as A value shift of everything, even strength seems weak, the shadows light. From here, you are so far. Stagnant. But stirring.