Ouroboros / The Great Wheel, 2025, Wood, 15″x15″x15″, ©2025

To sculpt in a prestige material like wood, with legacy and tradition, gives me solid ground to stand on. The actual, measurable amount of labor, the love for tools, and abiding in the workshop, standing at the bench, measuring, eyeballing, touching, the smell of wood chips and sawdust, the grinding drone of power tools, the numbness in the hands and arms, coughing up the dust, the metronome of mallet on chisel, Wood is flesh and flesh is wood. Blood and sap and skin and bones, all merged together, the body of the tree and my body, the grain and the Qi.

THE GREAT WHEEL, isn’t only up and down, success or failure, it’s more of a turntable at a Chinese banquet, where the dishes come around periodically, and you can choose or not as things go by.

OUROBOROS, in global mythology, a snake 🐍 biting its own tale. But, not as simple as a wheel, more of a moebius strip or knotted coil, where the path around is hidden and not obvious.

(Verse 1)
In a world askew, in chaos we stand,
The Dragon King's gone, lost in the sand.
Nothing's in balance, all hope seems so far,
Who'll hold up the world, like a shining star?

(Chorus)
Crocodile, brave and true,
Stepped up when the sky turned blue.
Said, "I'll take the chance, I'll give it a try,
Lift up the world, reach for the sky."

(Verse 2)
With a heart so bold, and courage untamed,
Crocodile stood tall, in the face of the flames.
"I'm the closest thing we've got," he declared,
As he climbed on the turtle, the world's weight he shared.

(Chorus)
Crocodile, brave and true,
Stepped up when the sky turned blue.
Said, "I'll take the chance, I'll give it a try,
Lift up the world, reach for the sky."

(Verse 3)
As he held the world, on the end of his snout,
A transformation occurred, there was no doubt.
He became a Dragon, with power untold,
A story of courage, in legends it's told.

(Chorus)
Crocodile, brave and true,
Stepped up when the sky turned blue.
Said, "I'll take the chance, I'll give it a try,
Lift up the world, reach for the sky."

(Outro)
In the style of Amine, this tale's been spun,
A Crocodile's journey, a battle hard-won.
With humility and heart, he soared so high,
Balancing the world, touching the sky.

Un-stack the pyramid of thoughts,
and look at one brick alone
Bee wonders about the Hive
and even Sanity itself.

The BEE drama season finale!

Many people will have their Covid-19-Year art pieces; this Bee miniseries is mine.
A common bee discovers himself disconnected from the hive society, and begins to consider his purpose and directions, independently, and for himself. He flies around with a fresh eye to situations and roles, and questioning and refining his basic assumptions about the world, perception, and reality.

BEE Film ep4 Credits:  Music by Nick Lee Sunsets by the Hangers Flowers by Alexa Lee Road Movie by John Harnois