pictures of seeds to come ...

" The Mirror in Which Two Are Seen As One" (a snippet)

1.
She is the one you call sister.
Her simplest act has glamour,
as when she scales a fish the knife
flashes in her long fingers
no motion wasted or when
rapidly talking of love
she steel-wool burnishes
the battered kettle

Love-apples cramp you sideways
with sudden emptiness
the cereals glutting you, the grains
ripe clusters picked by hand
Love:  the refrigerator
with open door
the ripe steaks bleeding
their hearts out in plastic film
the whipped butter, the apricots
the sour leftovers

A crate is waiting in the orchard
for you to fill it
your hands are raw with scraping
the sharp bark, the thorns
of this succulent tree
Pick, pick, pick
this harvest is a failure
the juice runs down your cheekbones
like sweat or tears

Adrienne Rich from Diving into the Wreck, 1971

this was the very first drawing assignment that ever really meant anything to me. this piece of paper was part 2 of a three part syllabus.  david dunlap, my teacher, gave the class three tasks to complete over the course of the semester:

1. identify a delight

2. use your delight to identify a model (and share it with someone, something, anything)

3. build a model

 (david dunlap, thank you for your guidance).

if somebody you know is sick, make them toast. 

this was the beginning of birds, for me.  alex, where are you?