it would be easy to say the sky is crying
A day when one of great depth and knowledge
goes somewhere we can not be part of
my heart goes out to the Hunts
in a time i could not find a way to make things
i looked to my piers and Shawn was making
remarkable things like no one had ever seen
no design i can make for my friend in distance
my world is shaped by many things that are not
about money but value
I talked to my fellow artists here where i am
pictures of his work
a made awareness
light is like a graviton lance
a half moon that came up over
the water telling my peers
who Bradley Hunt
my friend said, tonight
the moon is like a half blood moon
i reminded her, that there are fires
in distance
the darkest time I thought I would not be the name I am. I went to Loren White to lift me up from my self doubt and carved and carved until the sun came up. I can’t remember if I shared the inspiration. I know no other family member that can break into a darkness of theme and exploration that inspires so many.
Tribute to my lifter
Rande Cook can be the witness of this along with Richard
the work we are changing many things and the playful nature of design language I am not playful with but I am part of too many thoughts if I try to absorb them all.
if ever you need a place to carve, this south side an open house to be a place where only we know how to do what we do.