This Story is More than Besty Ross and G.I.Joe 

In this grave yard wind
I recall your summer
dress rehearsal
withdrawing to some
Gspsy part of me
I turn to nourishment
something remote
on my delicious radio
to listen to take
something other
something clear
as a
thank you
Collages, Paintings, Installtions and Poetry

In my visual art I use text mixed with found and searched for objects. Much of the material I use has been discarded. I then rebirth it and give it new energy and life.

While I do have a method and an idea for what I am creating I also allow my heart and my instinct to be a important of the process. I  hope in some way to visually express and present an ancient voice or a healing engery in my pieces. My pieces are a part of me present and a part of some older ancient self. I hope in time as these voices become closer my art and my soul will be more free.

My poems are also collages. I may take text from different books and type up what words or groups of words appeal to me. I may write up to three or four pages like this then take what affects my eye and my instinct and write a poem. I also may get a group of words or a line in my head, I then start with those and write and write until the words and the paper and I come together and create a poem.

Words are very powerful and I am always aware how they are used. They can trick us or free us they can hurt or the can heal . So I am very interested what goes on behind the words in some ways I have made my home between them.
Thomas Carney

controlled landscape
of massive numbers
specific determined
wills
high above luggage
of unmentionable battlefields

To end this sloppy pageantry
To free those born into
derogatory strange indifference
To know the difference
between
jump the gun
and
lucky in death


No Answer in Sleep 

Wise might enter
windows
life size space
speed of clouds
passing displacement
sky
told me
to leave
to leave
my heart
outside
best
to be
alone
sky
told me
what was best

land has proven difficult to determine
transformed by sea's elegant efforts
alone in my burial cease fire
I laid my self
down
in sun
to rust
into
sanity.
                                         Copyright 2004 Thomas Carney


Thomas Carney has a BFA in performance art from the San Francisco Art Insitute.

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