"Over the years, I have formed a bond with the bogs in my area.   They've  become like a mute friend who has granted me permission to translate her for others to hear.   She ponders; she gestures wildly... I simply seek to turn my canvas to the angle of her pantomime." "The woods are lovely, dark and deep."   Robert Frost
A Boggy Angle II 48" x  36"	An Eastern Branch 24"x 48" An Eastern Boggy   48" x 36"	Indian Yellow Hue 48" x  36"
	Turquoise and Sage 48" x 60"

A BOGGY VIEW by my daughter Gileah        2005 come across and dance with me in the shade of the crooked tree! we will dance a-through the bog and in the rain, and misting fog. away! away! my leafy sweet! the roots of love beneath our feet! and gnarled around our  wooden shoes- the vines, entwined, and shaped like toes. what leads me here? to shout, to shout.... the greens! the blues! the secret's out! who leads me here? to sing, to sing... the gloried branches of the tree king. a woman smiles, is looking through. the forest glows with morning dew. it holds her here, it binds me, too- a ripe old splendor: a boggy view.