I think of the threads of my existence, both physical and spiritual. Of my history and potential. The hollow threads that take oxygen and nutrients around my body and those that return to my heart. The threads of fibre that carry the world of the outside to my inside and fire one connection to another, that forms my reason, and transforms my imagination into my making...
http://www.publicart.world/the-thread-and-reach-of-life.html
From the poem Do I Mind at Public Art World: . . . This all we are, I sense this...
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View the painting and my studies at 100 Artworks. A new artwork, poem, and my thoughts touch on the symmetry...
In a bitter cold spell I watch the beauty of the moon as it shines through the cloud onto the...
Love is the water of my life. When it runs dry, when I do not seek or nurture it, I...
As humans cause appalling harm to one another and the world, I think of Paradise: http://www.publicart.world/paradise.html