| descent into wrath 36X48 |
| How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls. - William Faulkner, "As I Lay Dying" |
| broken 36X48 |
| esai 36X48 |
| the moment 30X40 |
| waiting for the end to come (distant self portrait) 24X30 |
| the forms of posession 30X40 |
| IX |
| deep waters 36X48 |