Archival Chromogenic print, plexiglass, Sintra, aluminum featuring ephemeral acrylic and water painting on glass with new media techniques
24 × 36 × 1 1/2 in

The planes have flooded

So nothing is clear.

But I see everything twice.

One side is loud with fear

And the other one claims to play-nice.

The butterfly kisses,

A dream in the air,

Are still beyond my reach.

Where Sun and Moon

Have collided,

Seems to have something to teach.

Like maybe

Reflections and sides

Can often tell lies

That anything lives apart.

What you may choose

That I did not

Will still live-on in my heart.

Unless we stay

In right-now play,

The past is never behind.

And what we live is ever baffled

By the two heads of time.