The Spire 

7" x 5"

2022

pen and ink on wood pulp paper

This drawing was a donation to the annual ArtWorks Detroit auction, sponsored by the non-profit, Matrix Human Services.  I wrote the following poem in memory of my mother and with the intention of emphasizing the presence of COVID-19 still present in our lives and in my life, specifically, as an essential worker employed in the retail sector.  “The blackened Corona watches with nineteen deadening eyes. / I can taste, hear, and touch, smell and foresee the enormity yet vacuity of its guise. / Erupting, corrupting, and rupturing all matter, rending the senses with fear; / Now I lay me down to sleep as mother had in her sixty-fourth year.”