TitleShadow of My Hand II
Details19×11″, oil on panel, 2014
Exhibited in “The Uncanny,” S.R. Brennen Galleries, 2014
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days,
That time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising…
Cradled in one arm, the empty flowerpots are an emblem of life and death: as the seasons change, they are in turn vessels for seedlings, flowers and, finally, dead earth. Austere in her black coat and tightly braided hair, this adolescent’s gesture is full of gravitas and ceremony as she turns toward an interior and previously unseen darkness—the end of childhood.