- Timber-framed woodshop
- Sailboat in progress
- Timber-framed adirondack chair
- Timber-framed homes and structures
- Bow and arrow
Latest metal projects:
- Under the Overpass
- Last photo
“Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.”
The other does not exist: this is rational faith, the incurable belief of human reason. Identity=reality, as if, in the end, everything must necessarily and absolutely be one and the same. But the other refuses to disappear; it subsists, it persists; it is the hard bone on which reason breaks its teeth. Abel Martin, with a poetic faith as human as rational faith, believed in the other, in “the essential Hetergeneity of being”, in what might be called the incurable otherness from which oneness must always suffer.
Todo lo que empieza como comedia acaba como monólogo cómico, pero ya no nos reímos.
…behind all action there was a protest, because all doing meant leaving from in order to arrive at, or moving something so that it would be here and not there, or going into a house instead of not going in or instead of going into the one next door; in other words, every act entailed the admission of a lack, of something not yet done and which could have been done, the tacit protest in the face of continuous evidence of a lack, of a reduction, of the inadequacy of the present moment. To believe that action could crown something, or that the sum total of actions could really be a life worthy of the name was the illusion of a moralist. It was better to withdraw, because withdrawal from action was the protest itself and not its mask…
“Yo sé que estoy vivo entre dos paréntesis”