runon~

runon~

The trees weren’t moving much not like yesterday great whips of wind slinging their arms their leaves here and there around the yard down the road where tires swishes and damp asphalt sucked the tender dying fibers of walnuts leaves to themselves as the same...
Guest artist post: Brenda Tassava

Guest artist post: Brenda Tassava

Do You Dare? My work as a business consultant has evolved over time. Stretching beyond my professional niche area in the veterinary community, I’ve found that I can offer my art peers something they’ve been missing: someone who can listen, ask the right questions, and...
Guest artist post: Me by me

Guest artist post: Me by me

For a long forever I have felt things preexist. Not in the grand sense, although that too; but that’s another conversation. I mean in the sense that elements, materials, tools have all been at hand, used by others, and reused by us. By me. Yet I also believe, in the...
contemplative~

contemplative~

Genetically inclined on my father’s side- my mother’s as well, in its own truth. Not that either would call it such~ Contemplative. It masquerades today as an accusation, one of over-thinking~ Throughout my growing year it was properly trained, this...