The Words I Own

The trees in Michael Shay’s garden argue. Despite their moss his garden ornaments remain defiantly unnatural. Michael Shay’s work is about experience: home and landscape and family, love and death and memory. It’s about falling short and unselfconscious altruism; it describes the weather of the world and self. His clouds are clouds and his rain, rain. But his clouds and rain and summers and autumns are also about renewal.