Cherry from Upstate
Cousin of love and hate
Carved in Central Park
Spring 2003

Time to wade in the river
Time to come together

Silently like shapes and forms

He sat and he withered
3 years of wood agony
The cruel weather of a midtown balcony and man’s neglect

He was reborn in a twist of fate
Uncovered from a 3-inch facade of rot

He emerged
In quiet convergence
With Cristo in the Park

Passing through orange blankets of monkish calm
Urban dancing
Temporary, forever, burned in memory
To the edge of knowing

Where mystery lay
Every step fresh
Bang bang of time
Clouds of mist
Wind, snow, sun
Blowing free

Into another world
Creatures climb in swift embracing unison

Mother and daughters
Father and sons
Brothers, sisters, children, friends, lovers, enemies all roll through gates

Floating on flags
Slung by slingshot

Into a place
Where the only thing we know is the grace of shape, light and form
A magic of the regular kind

Central Park Black Cherry

Found sometime someplace

Carved in harmony with the Gates

Winter 2005

Animal Magic being carved in Riverside Park, NYC 2006

White Oak from Upstate NY

Sometimes the best approach to conflict is the non-rational one. We can’t always figure it out.

Sometimes we need to tap the animal, the instinctive, the heart, the gut, the backbone.

Sometimes we need to relax or walk or challenge the fear with love.

Sometimes we need to fight and then get on with it. Like animals.

Inspired by our powerful little boy Noah

His mama Alana who carried him and loves him

And the Crow who woke me a week before his arrival

Fallen cherry tree from Upstate NY

A work in progress
A labor of love
Transcendent conflict