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Sweetgrass
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Fractal #5
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Leaves of Grass
Leaves of Grass
2014, marker and pen on paper, 30in. x 44in.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 24in. x 30in. Collection of Sam Romo, Atlanta, GA.
2013, machine-embroidered appliqué and mirror, 6.875in. x 6.75in.
2013, marker on paper, 7in. x 10in.
2014, marker and spray paint on paper, 30in. x 40in.
2009, ink on paper, 23in. x 35in.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 30in. x 40in.
2014, marker and ink on paper, 16in. x 16in.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 14in. x 14in.
2009, ink on paper, 35in. x 23in.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 26in. x 26in.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 7in. x 7in. Collection of Robin Bernat, Atlanta, GA.
2013, marker and mirror on paper, 12in. x 15in. Collection of InKyoung Chun, Atlanta, GA.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 30in. x 40in.
2014, marker and pen on paper, 50in. x 50in.
Installation view
Installation view

Leaves of Grass

2-person exhibition with Susan Hable Smith, {Poem 88}, Atlanta, GA , Sept.–Nov. 2014

   Leaves of Grass 1-12
   Leaves of Grass 12-24
   Leaves of Grass 1-12
   Leaves of Grass 12-24

Press for Leaves of Grass:

“Meditating on Nature: Steven L. Anderson & Susan Hable Smith at {Poem 88},” BurnAWAY (burnaway.org/review/fractal-formations-steven-l-anderson-susan-hable-smith-poem88-2)

“Review: Steven L. Anderson, Susan Hable Smith celebrate nature to very different effects, at Poem 88” ArtsATL (artsatl.com/2014/09/leaves-grass-poem-88)

 

 

ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,

Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods and pond-side,

Breast-sorrel and pinks of love, fingers that wind around tighter than vines,

Gushes from the throats of birds hid in the foliage of trees as the sun is risen,

Breezes of land and love set from living shores to you on the living sea,

   to you O Sailors!

Frost mellow'd berries and Third month twigs offer'd fresh to young persons

  wandering out in the fields when the winter breaks up,

Love-buds put before you and within you whoever you are.

Buds to be unfolded on the old terms,

If you bring the warmth of the sun to them

  they will open and bring form, color, perfume, to you,

If you become the aliment and the wet they will become flowers,

  fruits, tall branches and trees.

—Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass