” The Prism”


A prism is an object who’s sides are a crystalline body. These sides meet at the edges forming a prism.

Inside of this 54″x9″x9″ wood sculpture are mirrors that span 48″ in height forming the parallelograms of the prism.

Mirrors reflect the image of the white enameled wood sculpture in contrast to its black enameled wood enclosure.

When viewing the sculpture from overhead there is an opening directly in the center creating an overhead view.

This overhead view creates five different views of the sculpture in one view. It makes it possible to see the entire work in the round in one view..

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“That’s Life”

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There is an old saying that you only get one chance in life. I suppose in some respects thats true. I guess what I have come to understand is that you may have more than one chance but you may get it in a different way.

In other words life is about change. Many times you do only have one chance, but then again there is more than one way to arrive at your destination.

Acceptance of your present situation for anyone is essential. If it’s great not a problem. If it’s not remember there are options to achieving your goals, even if they are not exactly what you had envisioned them to be. Thats where the acceptance part of life becomes essential.

You can never start over completely anew.  But You can wear your life experiences like a badge of honor. Just remember acceptance of who you are and how you got to the point you are at in your life presently is of your own doing.

We are all the net sum of every thought and action we have taken in our life. Even when life has dealt us a bad hand, and it does, ACCEPTANCE is essential.

THAT’S  LIFE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

” Slipping Into Realty “

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Of Fluid rhythmic motion the tide does meet.
Of zig zagging streams running through the valley deep.
Of mountains peak and forest thick of hunters green.
Of canyons,crevices and ravines.
Of open plains and pastures filled by yellow phosphorous green.
Of blue sky everglades and sandy beach a cactus meet.
Of sunburst clouds and red clay, deserts.
Of rocky shorelines, country lanes and city streets.
Of moonlit skys, slipping into reality I go in retreat,
Where reality a fantasy connecting my head to my feet.
Of fluid rhythmic motion the tide does meet.

” UNLESS WE ” image 2 of 2


Mirror mirror off the wall.
Seduced, sedated, spell cast until the fall.
Shattered slivers slice, skin popping, nodding, head bobbing, carpet crawling not magical at all.
Liquid bubbles melt into the white of a syrup syringe of false momentary euphoria.
I have made myself vulnerable. I have been used.
I have been drug through the dirt like a dog on a chain.
I have been left like a dog without a bone.
Spoon me you devil one last time.
Resurrected from the boulevard of saints and sinners, your visions vanish into the opaque shadows of addiction. Your transparent world melts, fading into a brownish hue of ash grey.
Shattered mirrors, absent rainbows, no color at all, only the taker of your soul the healer of no hole.
Fixin till death, unless we part.
Hope you found a new start.

” Nothing is Black and White”

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Vague values of vacant colorless hues,

nothing is black and white except your reality.

Elusive shades of gray with tints of differant perspectives,

leaves nothing remaining black and white, REALITY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,