The Moat

The Moat The benevolent king has left the throne A madman sits in his place The moat dries up with neglect Masses are crossing, bodies pushing mud.   Stirring loose the ghosts.   Who loudly shake the rusty shackles While others bow down and cover their ears Women on...
Reflecting on Art as it Reflects Us.

Reflecting on Art as it Reflects Us.

“Art is a mirror to nature.”  ShakespeareHouse in the Woods 1989“Art is not a mirror held up to realitybut a hammer with which to shape it.”  Bertolt BrechtThe Gulf Stream 1995“In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And...
Cartography of the Unseen World

Cartography of the Unseen World

I woke up this morning thinking two things.  1. I really should start working on an artist’s statement for “I Am Usha.”2. I am at an age where many people have reached the top of their field.And then, as I so often like to do, I completely deconstructed both of...