Evidence of Giants

Chain Gang

Paul Ryan, Coconut Face

Heart Page

Work in Progress:  fabric collage (heat transfer images, hand embroidery, buttons on vintage handkerchief). Part of an artist's book destined for an exhibit called "From Seneca Falls to Philadelphia: Fourth of July 1876 and the Women of the Centennial" by The Athenaeum of Philadelphia & Philadelphia Center for the Book (4/1 - 4/27/13).

Tesla's Daughter

Creepy Long Haired Girl with Doll

This cabinet card photo was actually a little boy in a dress (seemingly, a custom back then, not a comment on his sexuality).  I like him better this way...

Art Journal Covers

Most of my collages are either created in, or pasted into, spiral bound sketchbooks.  Here are three of the more interesting covers.

16 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird

  “16 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird” is a one-of-a-kind, accordion-style collaged and hand-cut book I completed in 2012, with a title inspired by a well-known Wallace Stevens poem.  The book is 9.5" x 7.5," and includes 16 bird-themed collaged images, each with an accompanying haiku.  When the book is extended, the reader sees silhouettes of blackbirds, reeds, trees and branches scrolling for about 50" across the page tops.  Here are a few images of the book and several of the bird collages with their related haiku poems .

This is not my room,

not my glittering window

nor festering world.

Sir, you are wearing

a crow on your head.  Madame,

he is wearing me.

This bird is wildness.

Seemingly tame, it whispers

false serenity.

Mah Jong Players

American Dolls

Space Travel

 Way-Back Machine

Spacegirls Take Prisoners

Brownies at the Tokyo Cathedral

They Sang an Edith Piaf Song

Peacock Cult Queen

Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love

When Have I Last Looked on the Round Green Eyes and the Long Wavering Bodies of the Dark Leopards of the Moon?

Title from a poem by W.B. Yeats called "Lines Written in Dejection."

Marcel Plays Chess

(Photo of Dadaist/Surrealist artist Marcel Duchamp from the 1930's)

Dollhouse

The Winds That Awakened the Stars Are Blowing Through My Blood

From a poem by W. B. Yeats entitled "Maid Quiet."

Sacrificing Virgins