Art and Design

Click on GALLERY in the menu to see visual art only. Inquiries by email:  yellowfoal@gmail.com. Currently accepting commissions. Click on IG in the menu to find me on Instagram and send a direct message. ***All images and print material on the site: copyright by the artist and author.

The Old Apple Tree

  In the school yard, the packed, worn, colourless dirt.  Dust rising from our freedom, ribbons of long grass tangling our ankles, crawling in under the old apple tree. Roots our universe, the branches bent-heavy. Circumference of fallen fruit, alive with the humming of bees. How, for that singular moment, there is nothing else. That…

Uneven

The shadow of the tree turns upon the stone, Measuring my day for me. It’s all about time when you are here for An elusive resurrection. The day wanes, The wind lifting unnoticed feathers Tousling hair, and Sending the campfire into my eyes. In the forest, A trembling of delicate tendrils. The branches rise and…

A Transient Landscape

shaped by swells and surge and storm six thousand years of broken land banked along the ancient moraine. miles of safety and soft, articulated sand the satisfying weight of stone-in-hand swans gliding in over the twisted tamarack nestling in after long flight an endless, rippled blue, a dragonfly briefly alight (it was like this, that…

The Wise Silence

“… We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles. Meantime within man is the soul of the whole, the wise silence; the universal beauty, to which every part and particle is equally related; the eternal ONE. ” Ralph Waldo Emerson Transcendentalism, as a living philosophy, focused on our direct relationship with God and…

Bestow

The fabric walls seem to hold in the light As I listen to my mother Reading the children Into sleep. The practiced inflection of her voice, Her tone rising and falling and Drawing them into the pages. The symmetry of flame at my feet. The love we try to Ring round our children. Circle of…

Inspiration

“I was sitting, waiting for Inspiration about innocence…  into my mind, there came a grid, lines going this way, and lines going that way, and they were innocent. They looked like innocence.”  – Agnes Martin, retreating into the desert, was seeking a means to communicate pure emotion, to give viewers a direct aesthetic experience, verging…