Artful Agaze, the artist is beset by eros Of no vulgar kind. Crossing the chorismos , He takes his tools, kneads and forms And sculpts.   Substance yields to some thing new. But partially obscured by dark spots, The result is more product Than idea.

Yehudah, I Make You Mine From out of the banks of the muddy  Jordan River, I make you  Mine.  Into shape I press the grit, into shape I...

To Spinoza nomads we traverse a flat shimmering world breeding images. signs & erratic/ erotic encounters; surfaces effacing...