WOMAN IN A MAN’S WORLD

ON DISPLAY AT:

KENNEDY GALLERY
1931 L Street (20th & L)
Sacramento, CA

Gallery open Tuesday-Sunday, 12Noon-6PM
916.400.4272   http://www.kennedygallery.net

 

Lucy, The First Prostitute, 2020
112″ Bronze and Aluminum

Lucy admonishes the men to protect families and the Earth without harm

 

Men you must walk the Earth no harm

All the world’s creatures lie in my arms

Men you must feed your families no harm

Your child is growing in my womb

 

THE BRIDE, 2019
104″ Bronze & Aluminum

 

 The Bride is either young or old but she offers her breast in hopes of keeping the world afloat and on an even keel.

The Bride is filled with hope
even in old age
she dreams of saving the world
from men’s insidiously calculated rage

 

 

 

The Guide, 2017
106″ Bronze

The goat man is already blind to the miracle of life.
The guide, a woman, will make him look inward.

For milenia she stayed below
propping up the picture show
of boisterous men, egoes aglow
conquering the seas and the river’s flow

Now she must take the helm
take back the Earth from men’s realm
with vision of her infant’s calm
her purpose is to teach no harm

 

 

 

Grieving II, 2016
86″ Bronze

She is skating along until news of the outside world breaks her heart.

Skating along, arms open wide
cataloging her storehouse: feelings inside
contemplating work with pride
not gloating, but a smug ride

News suddenly arrived
every day a red tide
wars all caused by lies
her homeless friend died

 

Grieving I, 2015
83″ Mixed Media

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Robot Girl, 2015
83″ Bronze

Life is our Lover

Life is our lover, writhing with desire
stronger and more primal than ours

from her laws which hold us forever
they make toys of war in a violent fever

With every move we fear her death
but can’t resist daily selfishness

but she knows in the end she’s our only lover
that her lessons of gratitude someday will hover

over each of us who can’t comprehend
the vastness of gentle breezes than mend

to realize our folly and cease
and live from a place of peace

We will stroke our lover with eyes and mind
We will satisfy her by being kind

Khali – Duality of Nature, 2014
82″ Bronze

The Whole

You XYs, why are your eyes
blind to the whole?
Wanting only to multiply
reasons of anti-soul

You XYs are compartating, technolating
instead of creating
then sowing the reasons
for destroying all seasons

All the world in head of pin
you devise multitudes of sin
yet still smell of rose
power of myth you win

See not fields of green
see not double helix
machine gun has been
bolster of your River Stix

We hold up half the world
not in light of day
but dark and tightly wrapped
lest your poisonous power decay

Taking up arms
you blow off your heads
while babes in arms
we cradle in beds

At the one you point gun
is the only and one
light of your loins
smiling with joy and expectancy

 

 

Paper, Pistols & Prayer, 2012
106″ Bronze

Paper, pistols and prayer
the all-American event
starts with a seed
each one different

At school, we must compete
shut up and stay in our seat
this could harken defeat
to a child who is meek

Defeat turns to rage
hard to turn the page
gettin’ a gun
will show who has won

Oh, how could this be?
Why didn’t we see?
Tomorrow will be a new day
now we must pray

Sakalo Dharma, 2011
85″ Bronze

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Raver David, 2010
82″ Bronze

When I was four (excerpt)

A great prize to come sooner or later
meeting love of life in his incubator
I see him smiling into our eyes
standing on his own for the very first time

Imparted to him my sense of wonder
at home on the ground and sky under
he took it and ran, feeling everything
the power of love and persecutions’ sting

 

 

Hand Maid, 2009
79″ Bronze

Hand Maid

“A man may slave the whole day long
but women’s work is never done”
and then at night longing for rest
it’s her duty to rut, it’s all for the best
in time-out from her accommodating role
she weaves the fabric of her very own soul

 

 

Chains & Lace, 2008
85″ Bronze

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Birdcatcher’s Song, 2007
76″ Bronze

Bird-catcher’s Song
by Cornel Lengyel

I wept in the sand, but saved the salt
from my evapo

rated tears,
hoping to catch a certain bird
that had eluded all my snairs.

The bird I sought to trap was not
an ordinary bird, of course:
will a Phoenix let one put
salt upon her fiery tail?

I wept again, and then bethought
to fill my pan with saltless tears.
I set my pan in the cool of the moon:
my tears froze into crystal spears.

I pushed a sliver through its heart
to pin its wild and foolish wings –
thus I trapped the bird I sought:
I tamed it so it never sings!

 

 

La Linda, 2006
86″ Bronze

Sentient Beings

Sentient beings, tentacles probing
sliming through tight passages in the dark of day
in quest of nibbling with a heart exploding
a bud of awareness within pricking decay.