Epitaph for a Poet
 35” x 12” x 10”  - 2002

 A gold-leafed clay face is positioned in a metal box from an old computer.  (It even has aluminum heat-dissipation fins on top.)  Hinged to the right side of the box is a movable perforated steel sheet.  Hinged to the left side is a sheet of lead with part of a poem and an image of a moth stamped into it.  The poem is by Harlem Renaissance poet, Countee Cullen.

     I’ve wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth
            And laid them away in a box of gold,
            Where long will cling the lips of the moth.
             I hold no hate—I’m not even wroth
            Who found this earth’s breath so keen and cold.
            I’ve wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth
            And laid them away in a box of gold.

 Suspended from the bottom of the face is a hinged metal ladder.  Rising from a square metal base are two metal tubes which support the clay face.

 Meaning:
 The meaning of the sculpture can be found in the poem.