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A poet is someone who can pour Light into a spoon.

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I am a painter, I photograph for inspiration, I write, and I sew.  This site will soon carry images of my work, schedules of readings, and exhibits, and a newly activated blog.  Below find my schedule of events ending 2016.

  • Currently exhibiting paintings at Cloverdale Arts Alliance Gallery, 204 N.Cloverdale Blvd., Cloverdale,CA.
  • October 30, find me at Fall Colors,Geyserville, CA;  Baby Quilts and gift cards at “Piece” Booth
  • December 3, come to the Cloverdale Arts Alliance Gallery pop-up craft faire
  • December 10, Center for Spiritual Living Santa Rosa, The Artisan Craft Faire, a juried event. My work will be at the “Piece” booth.

In his artist’s statement, Mark Perlman says that seldom does a pre-conceived image begin his painting process; rather he is pulled into the work by the “where,” the invitation to travel with the notion, or unformed idea.  His work is layered with color, wax, texture, shadow.  He cuts into the surface, allows light to dance from within the painting.  “Buried or forgotten images” flicker with the viewer’s own memory, predictions or assumptions.


The paintings are large encaustics.  Large being 80″ X 60″ panels.  I call them noisy.  It’s as though there is an on-going conversation in their presence, and there is invitation to join the discussion.

Phantom IV Gallery is open Thursdays, 12 to 8; Friday through Sunday, 11 to 6.  Mark Perlman’s work will be displayed through July 29, 2011.

Ruth Cardin, Laura Paine Carr, Pamela Heck and Hanya Popova Parker have work on exhibit as well.


Starting Point

Where does a painting begin?  What in daily life inspires the first brush-load  of paint?  For an abstract painter, these, and similar questions, can be daunting.  Abstract art has its own vocabulary.  Abstract art is often referred to as contemporary, or modern, when in fact, the human mind has made abstract nearly every notion ever contemplated.

Most of my work begins with a breath.  Literally.  I can be standing on a bluff overlooking the wide Pacific Ocean, the oxygenated air slaps my lungs awake.  I notice a sliver of silver on the horizon.  The process has begun.

Art, Poetry, Hafiz and an adventure

Beautiful Empty Pages


What kind of work

Can I do in this world?


Who would be kind enough

to hire an old holy Bum,


One with a great reputation

For loving the charms

Of the lawless

And the wild artists and the lewd?


Maybe I could become a poet.


Maybe the Beloved

Will make my love so Pure


That He will come to sit upon

All my Beautiful empty pages.

And when you come to look at them,


He might kick you

With His Beautiful Divine Foot.