from a series of 9 self portraits, Pastel and Pencil on paper 2012
Self portrait as a mask ~ Pastel and pencil 2012 no 3
Self portrait as a mask ~ Pastel and pencil 2012 no 4
Self portrait as a mask ~ Pastel and pencil 2012 no 5
The Sun in unconcealed rage
Glares down across the magic of the world
The sun within us, that sways un incalculably.
At night
Swift to the Sun
Deep imaged in my soul
But during the long day black lands
To cross
Sunmaid
Left by the tide
I bring you a conch-shell
That listening to the Sun you may
Revive
Dark clouds
Are not so dark
As our embittered thoughts
Which carve strange silences within
The Sun