Water falls from high cliff tops to the sea below:
Water falls from high cliff tops to the sea below:
Gaze at an artwork of two people as they close their eyes to listen to their thoughts and heart... https://www.encyclopediautopia.world/our-night-time-prayer
In a bitter cold spell I watch the beauty of the moon as it shines through the cloud onto the...
My thoughts about the experience of abstract art, and how with words, the abstract dissipates. https://www.publicart.world/i-am-more-than-the-sum-of-my-parts
As the bitter winds of Arctic winter bite, enjoy a new landscape painting: https://www.publicart.world/the-cold-of-winter-falls
I use the familiar childhood reference in Alice and Wonderland and consider what it is to loose oneself in an...
Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I...