One Chair
God of This New Day 1. I've gone out into the darkness 2. to listen to the silence 3.of this night. 4. I hear the wind rustling through leaves
God of This New Day 1. I've gone out into the darkness 2. to listen to the silence 3.of this night. 4. I hear the wind rustling through leaves
For all of us who sleep in tangled and hard places For the ones whose ears are open in the deepest of darkness, listening as poetry stirs
I want to stand in your day Awake. Serenaded with your song. Abloom I open
Piano and vocals by Jennifer Hole. Recorded using GarageBand and an iPad.
Let it in
this new day
strung together with yesterdays.
Yesterday you'd barely begun
today.
A couple of hours before dawn I was awake and packing my luggage ready to leave Bali for the final time. Over the four months of my solo travels...
Morning fog
softens trees to
shadows, new forms emerge from
what isn't seen
The dog is hauling deer parts from
She opens the family album,
collected moments caught in
the amber of old sunsets,
faded polaroids, a ribbon
or two pressed between
This project began at the end of April 2020. I started by painting portraits of my two cousins who are both doctors in Michigan. They'd only been working on the Covid-19 pandemic for...
I.
All that I've cultivated and tended to
all these years has come back
to serve me
All the word-food I've eaten in the past
I’m tellin’.
Couldn’t hold back this train
if I wanted to
This moment has come
bearing down upon me
Who am I
to say hush
when everything is teeming
blooming
in full force.
Hush,
draw near and listen.
Go in
where it helps to be quiet
and kind.
You are ordered like the stars
whose light began traveling long ago
just to reach you
on this night.
It’s strange,
all this separation
has awakened more
belonging than
I’ve ever known.
First, he sold the chairs. The patinated pair with the buttons and embroidery. After that, the artwork. The Tintoretto he’d bought in Milan. The bronze statue of the Siren with the dove. The one he’d commissioned done.
The world is a fascinating place, full of details, nuance, stories and the unusual. My work – drawings and textiles - are slices of time, views that have caught my fancy. By noticing and sharing, we never know where we might go.
My mediums include painting, sculpture, and mixed media collage. My subject matter draws from memory and abstracted or deconstructed house imagery as a metaphor for self.
Creativity is Robin’s middle name - a born merchant and designer extraordinaire - who exists to “transform nothing into something” and “reimagine the possibilities” remains in passionate pursuit...