I think of Michael Hannon’s poem, “Ordinary Messengers”: Between heaven and earth I write one line.Sometimes another line follows:ambitious legions singing their way nowhere,or ordinary messengers carried deeper into human lifeby the music and its woman stepping out of her clothes,to the heartbeat of what comes next, what goes on for its own sake.The page after the last page, on which we do not appear. And that is part of the solace of repetitive labor—I …

We must use what we have to invent what we desire. —Adrienne Rich alchemy: a seemingly magical process of transformation, creation or combination Prairie Skin, a work in progress, is a life-size, reversible, pieced and quilted construction which is large enough to wrap a body. Part of my Mapping Nebraska project, this piece is informed by my travels across the state and my memory of its prairies and grasslands. I remember my first art teacher’s teacher telling me …

The traveler who has lost his way doesn’t want to know where he is. What he wants to know is “where are the others?”— Alfred North Whitehead I’m mapping Nebraska: making a stitched, drawn and digitally imaged cartography of the state where I live. Locating myself. And the viewer. Trying to understand the place where I am. I began by drawing all of Nebraska—95 squares stitched together to form a 15-foot Locator Map. My map records physical …