ARTIST STATEMENT

There is a hurt immeasurable –

the gulf between me and myself is a

    Chasm, friends and lovers 

seemingly oceans away in my self imposed isolation,

    I wriggle within my dead skin.

But,

The years go by and this split rejoins itself, slow healing wound

the way my fellow Queers insist;

they help me knit myself back together

Their Laughter, Their Joy!

    And I start to see it in myself again, shedding my skin

Loving stupid moments.

I make my work, use my tough hands

To peel away the rind, slowly.

    The funny, sprightly spray of stinging citrus bursts forth!

Scrunching my nose,

    I can’t help but laugh or scowl at those fits and starts from this difficult fruit!