Tapper and tinkerer, whenever back in the trees a bird seemed to be singing, See see me, it drew you out of the rhythms of your work. Time and again you considered how a gourd rattle could sound like a fistful of pebbles against stone, or the first patter of wind-tossed rain, and the clopping of two rocks together like aurochs hooves. Depending on the hand, a skin stretched on a hoop might be subtle enough for heartbeats, or the first fisted rumble of a storm. But…… More »
When it seems less like a song than a drunk hooting gibberish in a culvert somewhere, stubborn and unwilling to come clean, forget the winged horse and remember us waiting for that first warm April night rain to blow in waves from the west and pool out here in the Province Lands. Waters shallow and ephemeral will appear in this vest-pocket Sahara, and soon where we’ve hibernated half the year under sand we burrowed with the spurs on our hind feet,…… More »
National Portrait Gallery
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The Civil War
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