My dad is a poet.

He honored me by writing a poem for my June exhibit Alchemy.

Abandoned

and forgotten: discarded

by someone’s hands

(they too forgotten)

at camp or kill site—

along Denali railroad tracks—

near worn-out mines or

in some Fairbanks junk

dealer’s dusty corner

heaped or boxed—

Artifacts

once lifted into

a fleeting fingered

consciousness

through use or misuse

(A hammer’s glancing

blow? Miscalculated

blind and brutish

anger at Necessity?)

then pitched

carelessly into

a cycle of neglect

until curiosity

resurrects them

into swirling geometries

of color—

Alchemy

Raymond Komar
Bamberg, Germany
May 23, 2012

June exhibit sneak peek!

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I was rooting through photo's when I came across these from my February trip to Portland. 

They kinda made my day. Nothing beats landing on forgotten photo's from a well loved vacation. Especially when deadlines loom! Last week to prepare for a June exhibit at the Alaska House. I've been in the studio until the wee hours all week. It's been really fun. I feel like a kid at the start of summer vacation and I'm giddy with anticipation.  This show is unlike anything I've done before and I'm eager to share it with you. Sneak peek soon.