Art, Party

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A collection of my latest, New Mexico-inspired drawings and paintings will make their debut at a two-day exhibition hosted at Gallery 5 (above) in Old Town, Rock Hill this November. For those of you not interested in torturous suspense, follow along on Instagram as I continue to post sneak peeks in the coming weeks.

 
 
 

 
 
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Admission to the sale is free and open to the public

Fri, Nov 17 + Sat, Nov 18 / 11am–7pm
131 E Main St, Rock Hill, SC

 

 

The new series will be displayed alongside work from accomplished painters Harriet Marshall Goode and Tom Stanley. In addition to impressive careers as working artists, both Harriet and Tom are steadfast arts advocates. The holiday sale will be a perfect opportunity to add work from these significant artists to your collection.

 

 
 
 

The holiday sale will be part of Old Town’s 2nd Annual Art Party, a 3-day celebration of visual and performing arts in South Carolina’s first state-recognized cultural district. From November 16–18, local and regional artists will showcase their work at locations throughout Old Town Rock Hill, SC including a juried exhibition, open artist studios, a special performance by XOXO plus workshops and seminars.

 

 

Not Even Evanescence

 
This Woman’s Work GOLD LEAF + CHARCOAL ON PAPER 11 X 14 IN

This Woman’s Work

GOLD LEAF + CHARCOAL ON PAPER

11 X 14 IN


 

Feels like I’m storm-chasing

caging beauty before it escapes,

watching precious flakes of metal

get swept away 

like fireflies on the breeze.

 

But I know, now, that nothing eludes

nothing evades.

 

Not the essential,

the essence,

not even evanescence.

 

It’s inside

of me

awaiting

a kind of palace.

 

 

With Altitude

 

 

I am a teenager
for the first time,
again
Out here —
a ripe mango
in the wild


I left on a Friday
By Saturday I was pumped full
With altitude
With air
With a delirious appetite


I imagined myself
floating above him
Like I did when we first met
in his truck, at the lake
On the roadside
At the ocean
Wild


My hair licking him clean
His hands,
two hands,
both hands —
All hands
on my hips


Before he knew it was my weakness
my undoing
I ached for him
like
a teenager
Again
with visions of movies
and stars
to hang my lust upon


We moved like music
all waves and electricity
The outside of him
inside
me.