An ostrich paints a portrait of the first day they met with love:
An ostrich paints a portrait of the first day they met with love:
I ponder on a world below the surface of my memory, a place of mystery where moments are felt with...
I watch mining bees emerge from a little hole in the dry earth and hover soundlessly as they go about...
I look up at the night sky on my shortest day... https://www.publicart.world/my-shortest-day
Read the poem 'As Snow Throws Soft Its Shield'. Words witness war... Words end war... https://www.publicart.world/as-snow-throws-soft-its-shield
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
I create a new painting for winter solstice to celebrate the beauty of nature. The tone and style of the...