{"title":"landscapes \u0026 liminal spaces","description":"\u003cp\u003eWe are sometimes simultaneously homesick and wanderlust over places we've been, places we are yet to be, and places that we belong to and belong to us. My hope is that these works transport people to the atmospheres, locations, and impressions of space beyond that which they have experienced and to cross over into lands and worlds they've dreamed of visiting, or dreamed of returning. As the hermetic saying goes, so within, so without, and as above, so below. We are always looking to unite, connect, weave together, synchronize. Build bridges, cross over. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"quoteText\"\u003eMy house says to me, \"Do not leave me, for here dwells your past.\"\u003cbr\u003eAnd the road says to me, \"Come and follow me, for I am your future.\"\u003cbr\u003eAnd I say to both my house and the road, \"I have no past, nor have I a future. 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Oil painting on canvas. \u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e3-month and 5-month payment plans available - inquire via email. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eGreener Pastures: a sestina \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eNestled far away in the small pocket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf the girl’s weathered old coat lay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eA measly dime entrenched between two threads\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBraided together against the pocket seam like sheep hopping over a fence. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eShe hung the jacket on the windowsill next to a dozen blueberry tarts\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eDusted with brown sugar, and called her grandmother on the phone. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eHer milky pale cheeks, now toasted light cream from the summer sun, pressed against the phone.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“How are you?” she chirps, glancing over to the windowsill, the dime tucked in the pocket.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eThe grandmother rambles on about such and such, when she’ll drop off the tarts…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTo her, dimes were the amuse bouche of wealth. 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Without doubt slanted over her shoulder she’d lay\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eMerrily on the riverside, without self indulgence but insistent self assurance, sans phone\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLine occupying her mind, finding good fortune and freedom in the pocket\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf leisurely sprawls about hissing grassy plains, before that fence \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf tomorrow and beyond the travel of yesterday. Busyness usually struck her to the fence\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp dir=\"ltr\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eOf irritation and she was irritably productive when not in the countryside. 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