A creative path might not be the smooth ease of calm, expressive seas nor the decorated, celebrated angst of artistry…
Sunday, April 1, 2018 Happy Easter! During the night of the blue moon, a snowstorm whitewashed every vertical and horizontal… Read more Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
I am sure the two have collided along the way…the imagery and colors, an artist’s orgasm of black and red.
“Do you think it is a serpent or a flower?” she asked, her eyes dancing while a finger traced the slice on her stomach.
I looked at him, stunned.
“…people know. even if they do not know, they do know that what happened is not what is seemed to be. People know you.”
“His gaze was an unnerving, yet saddened pride. I wondered at the lack of our society’s vigilance upon its own worth.
October 8, 2017 I drove on this weekend morning to catch-up on an oil change that is two months and… Read more The Shadows of October
As quietly as she ever was, in the middle of the greed and revenge, in the middle of misjudgment, lies and false righteousness, she escaped.