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:
The brief conversation of two people before their separation: https://www.encyclopediautopia.world/the-sadness-of-parting
I share my thoughts on the photograph Breathe Out This Air at Public Art World: http://www.publicart.world/breathe-out-this-air.html
Enjoy 'Two Dance In Time They Dance As Twenty Two': http://www.publicart.world/two-dance-in-time.html Art of any kind is made from fragments. Small...
A whale and her two calves journey the oceans of the world... https://www.publicart.world/the-ocean-loved.html
A poem that ponders on the crises in Ukraine. . . . I disagree We pause Words of silent rage...
In some traditions, a crown made from aspen leaves gives its wearer the power to visit and return safely from...