Far from the wars that rage, we belong...
Far from the wars that rage, we belong...
A whale and her two calves journey the oceans of the world... This work was featured at Public Art World...
In a bitter cold spell I watch the beauty of the moon as it shines through the cloud onto the...
Four singers and musicians share their moment in time: https://www.publicart.world/washed-with-time
I watch mining bees emerge from a little hole in the dry earth and hover soundlessly as they go about...
There is no sign of who has lost their lives. All we know for certain is that each life had...
Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I...