A creative path might not be the smooth ease of calm, expressive seas nor the decorated, celebrated angst of artistry…
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Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
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.
Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
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.)
How to love Valentines Day ~ from a Heart of Soot
I am sure the two have collided along the way…the imagery and colors, an artist’s orgasm of black and red.
Small Enough to Stand Tall
“Do you think it is a serpent or a flower?” she asked, her eyes dancing while a finger traced the slice on her stomach.
Of building, bonfire and all that is bricked beautiful.
I looked at him, stunned.
It was Reformation, Batman.
“…people know. even if they do not know, they do know that what happened is not what is seemed to be. People know you.”
The Silhouette of Closed Doors
“His gaze was an unnerving, yet saddened pride. I wondered at the lack of our society’s vigilance upon its own worth.
The Shadows of October
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
The Owl Dress.
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.
