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 incomplete pieces: of light, sound, movement, memory, shape, something touched or thought.
Art happens in place or time and sometimes both. With painting it is a place for there is no painting without this...
A poem that ponders on the crises in Ukraine. . . . I disagree We pause Words of silent rage...
Enjoy a picture full with the magical light and forms of nature, and a high turreted higgledy piggledy ancient stone...
The Last Rose of Summer ponders on a change of season and those things that touch us closely: https://www.publicart.world/the-last-rose-of-summer.html
With this stylised artwork of a female deer I think of its beauty of spirit as nature surrounds her. https://www.publicart.world/as-deer-your-spirit-loved.html
Read the poem 'As Snow Throws Soft Its Shield'. Words witness war... http://www.publicart.world/as-snow-throws-soft-its-shield.html Words end war...
A poem that distils the importance of my experience of life as a single breath with those I love. http://www.publicart.world/bird-to-sky-poem.html