Tornado Winds

Tornados are rather rare and I only made one this season. Created with stone, snow water, rust, burnt Indian grass and cedar ash, wind and paint. Sold to an amazing collector. […]

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Elder Moon

The Elder Moon is my interpretation of the wisdom of midwinter, full of ancient lessons for us. Made with grounding stone, grain, paint, prairie plant ash, winter ice and rust. It has symbols carved with limestone, iron and snow goose feathers and created at the time of the January full moon. A piece to remind […]

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Greening Fields

And as we approach the Old World start of the agricultural year, St Bridget’s day (Feb 1-2), there is sense of welcoming on the land. My rendition of a snow covered field greening in the east is made of stone texture, paint, rust, and Smoky Hill river silt. What I love about creating this piece […]

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Murmuration of Blackbirds

Murmurations are mystery incarnate to me. Forming to swoop over prairie fields picking at fallen grain, their structure and form mesmerizes. I’ll stop what I’m doing to watch. It draws me in fully. Frenetic thoughts and worries vanish, instead I am there, fully present. And maybe, that’s their gift. […]

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Plains Tornado

Like most people who live in tornado alley, I’ve seen my fair share. The truth is, lives are irrevocably changed by tornadoes. They are ferocious entities of twisting, beautiful wind laying bare the world. The best tornadoes skip along the open prairie, harming none, and mesmerizing us with their intensity. The worst, leave a path […]

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Waterfall of Stars

We came whirling out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust… The stars made a circle, and in the middle, we dance. Rumi Every man should bathe one night in the absolute darkness of the prairie. A waterfall of stars cascades from above and the wind gently whispers in your ear to let it be. Here there are […]

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Toward a Simple Life

If you ever wanted to live a simple life, try living on the prairie. The vast plain shows us we are but a small part of something larger. Here it is quiet and sublime, with a great canopy above and dark soil below. The prairie’s void draws you toward the earth, an invitation to root […]

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Thunder Head

Autumn storms are not the bombastic rains of summer with load noises and light, but something else. Mature, resigned and filled with a coolness that reminds us to be patient and faithful. This piece has layers of thick stone texture, iron oxidized to rust, acrylic and earth elements, including limestone, soil and plant ash. […]

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Sunflower Gloriana

I love late summer, because the prairie land is blanketed with sunflowers. They grow wild here in great bunches on thick green stalks. Before the wind changes to the north, nature provides us this one last show of glorious color to remind us of her goodness. My rendition has undulating stone texture, deep layers of […]

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