dear friends

i hope this finds all of you well and for those on the east coast, i hope you are recovering from the hurricane and its aftermath.

i am writing to let you know that my studio was flooded quite badly. although i am above street level, there was 6-8 feet of water on the streets here in red hook, and my studio was flooded with about two feet of water. i am working diligently to save what i can and rebuild. much of the work was undamaged but i have needed to unpack everything that was touched by the flood waters and have lost a large amount of equipment and materials.

it is a difficult task but i realize how fortunate i am. this experience has brought about a change in my point of view. i have decided to take a large selection of works on paper, paintings and sculpture to auction off. auction in the sense that i will set a price to cover material cost and be willing to make deals.

yes, i need help at this moment, but also i want to share the work with all who would like to have something, with no concern for what the gallery price of the work is.

i am working to have the studio back together by the end of november, so i am planning to run the auction/benefit from 12/1 to 12/10. i will make myself available a large part of each day and will be happy to meet by appointment.

for those of you outside the new york area, you are welcome to contact me about the work. after recovering from this, i hope in january to create a separate website to sell work in this fashion.

i hope you have a wonderful thanksgiving, and i will be in touch shortly thereafter with details about this event.

be well

auguste

as mirrors are lonely

you are loved as mirrors are lonely

by choice it is but a moment

i stand outside your circle alone

and it offered as the  world looking

for a lost name on clear days

the lie of nothing is the promise

had you trusted the silent way

you would see

as mirrors are lonely

as mirrors are lonely

by choice it is

but a moment

i stand outside

your circle alone

and it offered

as the world looking

for a lost name

on clear days

the lie of nothing

is the promise

had you trusted

the silent way

you would see

you are loved

as mirrors are lonely

as mirrors are lonely

by choice it is but a moment

i stand outside your circle alone

and it offered as the  world looking

for a lost name on clear days

the lie of nothing is the promise

had you trusted the silent way

you would see you are loved

as mirrors are lonely

as in sleep

all forgotten

known so well

all ground is sacred

in a way that has perhaps never taken place

but would offer the possibility of

it is a small part of life which we live really

all ground is sacred