MICHAEL FAIRFAX

PUBLIC ARTIST, SCULPTOR, DESIGNER

Poem by Roselle Angwin: Stories of beetles scrawled: of rain and light and night chill: Clefts where the wind might sing or blue air slip in runnels like desert sand; tidelines of leathered skin cracked and puckered: The tracking of xylem and phloem: birdson. movement stillness.

Charred oak