Temple Maiden

Seated on the cool steps of an ancient temple, the Temple Maiden evokes a purity of spirit and directness of focus that we each have within us.

“Ms. Claiborne Can Siiing!”

Ms. Claiborne, the sculpture was inspired by my memory of Mrs. Augustine Claiborne as she sang for the birthday of one of my mother’s friends.  The gentleman was ninety years old and his family and friends gathered in the Fellowship Hall of their church to pay tribute to him.  Though Ms. Claiborne’s voice showed signs of her sixty or more years, she sang with majesty and love for her friend.  Her sincerity and regal bearing moved me to sketch her on the only paper available–the back of the program.  It was only a line drawing, but it was enough to evoke a rich memory of that evening.  From that memory came the inspiration for this sculpture.

Missy

Whatever her name, when a young woman explores beyond her space, she will likely be called back by her mother or grandmother. Missy!

Almas Del Mar

Eight life size dolphins in pools of water; designed to calm the patrons of the mall shops and cause them to linger in the area.

Encinitas Child

A southern California beach child welcoming southbound traffic on historic CA Highway 101 and pedestrians into downtown Encinitas, CA.

I’ll Fly Away

Some glad morning when this life is o’er,
I’ll fly away;
To a home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away;
When the shadows of this life have grown,
I’ll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I’ll fly away;
Just a few more weary days and then,
I’ll fly away;
To a land where joys shall never end,
I’ll fly away.

Well prepared—sturdy boots; a bundle with bonnet, stew pot, shirt & tie,
Leather britches that will last longer than the trail, longer than timber felling and barn raising.
A Quilt cover to pad ‘fore the winter sets in—to hang on the railing next spring
Its center yellow patch—a homing beacon to those that follow.
We leave just before supper—shadows are long, it will be dark soon.
We won’t be missed until morning—by morning, we will be beyond the boundaries of this prison.
Our son will NOT be sold at auction—that life is over.
To the joys of freedom we flee.