Watercolor, cloth and oil on muslin-stretched panel, framed in solid wood frame. 24”x24”.

We were down in the flood plain that November. I was standing off, staring at the gutted studio, thinking hard. I hear, “Mama, I found teeth!” And turn to see Zadie holding up a skull with the vertebrae attached, dangling. A fox? Or groundhog. It had died under the studio in the flood. I inspected the teeth. I pulled them out - a satisfying tug and release, each pull made me wonder at God. What finely wrought frames we die in. I thought I could remember something that came before me - a siren or a tooth-tug on my belly. I couldn’t grasp it. So - the teeth sit in a jar on the piano, waiting to be called.

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