I watch mining bees emerge from a little hole in the dry earth and hover soundlessly as they go about their business... Here, an artwork of one waits the tiniest moment for you:
I watch mining bees emerge from a little hole in the dry earth and hover soundlessly as they go about their business... Here, an artwork of one waits the tiniest moment for you:
From the poem Do I Mind at Public Art World: . . . This all we are, I sense this...
The prospect of eternal youth would not fulfill my need to grow, or my need to understand what it is...
Enjoy the beauty of an English woodland in mid-winter: https://www.publicart.world/all-is-light
I begin work on the new publication Art Lover Reviews that will be a place where I write my unfiltered...
New music accompanies the poem and artworks Do Not End: https://www.donotend.today
A new imaginative artwork of our nearest neighbour is published on the day humans return to the moon after over...