Saturday, June 2

My dad is a poet.

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


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—


once lifted into

a fleeting fingered


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—


Raymond Komar
Bamberg, Germany
May 23, 2012


  1. Such beautiful words for your beautiful creations.
    Thank you for sharing.

  2. Wow! Lovely words, Dad!! AND beautiful art, Sistah! True facelifts without needles, pinching, squeezing, pulling, sewing...what a star you are!

  3. Love the prose!

    Love your creations!

    "Art does not stop in a frame." -Lucy Lippard

  4. Hi Amy. Nice poem from your Dad. I've been reading your blog for a while and I was wondering if you had an antler for sale and what kind of price it would be. I live in BC so not so far from you. Love your work and am looking to minimally furnish a small artists' workshop space in my old house.

    1. Hi Alya. Thanks for reading and leaving a comment!
      Currently the antlers sold out in the show - - but I'm working on getting my hands on more sheds. Send me an email with your contact info and we'll figure something out. Pricing depends on shed and intricacies of design : )